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Where do I stand if there's nothing but broken ground? Our wills and our callouses are broken We're imprisoned and bound- time is slipping away Our wills and our callouses are broken We're imprisoned and bound He used the knife like a quill and crossed out what he'd become His blood, his ink Don't tell me the greatest stress is returning back-and we don't progress? I am the voyager chained to the dock The worlds best case of the worst paradox Where do I stand if there's nothing but broken ground? Our wills and our callouses are broken We're imprisoned and bound- time is slipping away Our wills and our callouses are broken We're imprisoned and bound An explorer with flag in hand, forgetting how it all began How far away from home are we when we think that we're there all along? Where do I stand if there's nothing but broken ground? Our wills and our callouses are broken We're imprisoned and bound- time is slipping away Our wills and our callouses are broken We're imprisoned and bound Songtexte Break the cycle, but be prepared to clean the shards without wounding your hands You could never be You could never be anything that I've become Pray remembrances are few and far between As far as I can see you could never be You could never be anything that I've become (Day in, day out, we trace, we doubt) Aus Songtexte Mania