The walls around you start to distort
Can't decide what they even support
The outcome is out of your control
It's hard to create when fortune favors the cold
Fortune only favors the cold!
Embrace the taste of desperation
The lasting bitterness of hope
Focus on a new fixation
Finish tightening the threads for your rope
Cave in!
Fold!
Cave in!
Don't try to shape the mold
Embrace the choke of your creation
The lasting sore on your tongue
Destroy the make of your foundation
Feel it slice through your lungs
The outcome is out of your control
Fortune only favors the cold!
Don't try to shape the mold
You're too weak to defy the fold
Cave in
