So tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all? Before they call your bluff and watch you fall? I don't know but I like to think I had control at some point, but I let it go and lost my soul. Sit tight, but the revolutions years away,you're losing faith and I'm running low on things to say. So I guess I have no choice but to regurgitate the tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite.

Oh! To have died that night, I realized it wouldn't last. Our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass, the final mayday of our sunken ship had come and passed.