Lyrics:
Mark the pageLay the pen to restThere's never any traffic hereI guess it's for the bestOn his stringsTied against the humI know some goals are interestingJust let the patterns fadeBetween a window and a wallFolks, they find a flockMetallic patterns carry youBricks will guide the wallFind your markSort through four dead inkStrapped for time, you take the lineFollow where it goesForced to draw up a planThis room's too bright to hideExplodes the faults that shape yourselfDon't forget to write