Things That Aren't Words - Born to Fail

Please, please, please, is something so wrong
The hole in your chest
The fear at the edge of thought
You can't quite catch that peripheral view
And your own distress is getting the best of you.

To fight a fight you need to know your enemy
You need to know your enemy is you
But can the eye perceive itself effectively
And can you really change your point of view

Sometimes I wonder why
It all seems so terribly untrue
To think that I could define
What's happening
What's happening
What's happening

You were not fashioned from a mold, you were fashioned from a shell
You were extinct before your heart first beat
You were born to fail

Please, please, please, is something so wrong
Are you falling apart
Are you gonna give up
You can't persist when you're feeling so lost
If you're going nowhere, you might as well stop

Sometimes I wonder why
It all seems so terribly untrue
To think that I could define
What's happening
What's happening
What's happening

You were not fashioned from a mold
You were fashioned from a shell
You were extinct before your heart first beat
You were born to fail
You were not fashioned from a mold
You were fashioned from a shell
You were extinct before your heart first beat
You were born to fail

You'll get back up, but you're waiting for the mood to strike you
You'll clear your thoughts, but you're waiting for the mood to strike you
You'll get back up, but you're waiting for the mood to strike you
You'll clear your thoughts, but you're waiting for
Waiting for
For

Written by:
Adam Nixon

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