Past on the Stairs
The perfect alibi
For your neglect makes its way

Desperation clings to the threads
Too late, time passes by

This calls for reasoning, the search for meaning
(This calls for reasoning, the search for meaning)
A quest not quite the plan
(A quest not quite the plan, prediction failure tomorrow)

Tomorrow never comes for those who've lost this way
Endeavors disappoint the search for the truth
Tomorrow never comes for those who've lost this way
Endeavors disappoint the search for the truth
Now the blood has stained the walls when most take a knee
No answers for the grieving

Just scripted lines
(Just scripted lines)
For the masses to digest or to justify
(To justify)