Tasking chores to explain myself
With an open mind and parting time I give up
Closing doors to retain myself
From a faded past and horrid nights alone
You’ve got to know this time
The reverent hand is thy own
Let it go
There’s more to fathom tonight
Than all that they’ve shown
Let it go
Asking slaves to derail this plan
With extended hands I plead mercy and lift up
These heavy eyes and weighing stance
From a jaded past and the fleeting last breath
Of narrow-mindedness
You’ve got to know this time
The reverent hand is thy own
Let it go
There’s more to fathom tonight
Than all that they’ve shown
Let it go
These feet live to die tonight
This life has got to end
Or the spread will be too low
Let it go
You’ve got to know this time
The reverent hand is thy own
Let it go
There’s more to fathom tonight
Than all that they’ve shown
Let it go
This life has got to end
Or the spread will be too low
Let it go