The distance we’ve created is just inside,
an overwhelming pressure to run and hide.
The promises we’ve made have become a lie,
there’s nothing we can change that’ll make it right.
We’ve lost the motivation to cross the line,
remember how you faded the hands of time.
Anything that can go wrong
Has its way of going wrong.
How can we rewrite this song
when our conscience had been so corrupted for so long?
All caught up in the drama that’s been your life,
still broken by the question of how and why,
It’s no mistake that you’ve given up inside,
you’ve got to find the strength left in you to try.
Anything that can go wrong
Has its way of going wrong.
How can we rewrite this song
when our conscience had been so corrupted for so long?
How much longer will you push to aggravate the times you should…?
Anything that can go wrong
Has its way of going wrong.
How can we rewrite this song
when our conscience had been so corrupted for so long?