Context Songtext

I think you read out of context. Desecrating all the words that I had wrote. Maybe you just hadn't noticed there's an urgency in every single tone. I try and reason with my inability to gain control but we were born out of violence. The infernal evidence of all we know. Trade my wounded pride for some piece of mind and finally find some reckoning. (And find the time I lost.) I try and analyze the part I mean to overthrow. I can't illuminate a darkness visible all of it's own. I try and reconcile the thoughts that I have come to fear the most. But we were born out of violence. Suffocating on the first breath we took. Trade my wounded pride for some piece of mind and finally find some reckoning on the other side of the dark divide.