Another echelon in another line
Flay me with some guilt again, probably time
All of my ambition’s rotten on the vine
Rip the world apart to see what’s inside
Another echelon in another line
Letter after letter become defined
Grindstone spins away and I’m so tired
I think I’m way too young to feel like I’m dying
Oooooo
High north winds lick the ears of rote, and call back from where I came
But all my friends there are long since dead and no one remembers my name
It’s my fault, it’s my fault, but you’ve still no right
To tell me I should rest
It’s not fair but who cares
You know you’re right
Just leave me to my trench
Another echelon in another line
Guess I’ll call it progress if I’m asked this time
All of my ambition’s taking its sweet time
Cut it all in half, there’s more halves inside
Still High north winds lick the ears of rote, and call back from where I came
But all my friends there are long since dead, and no one remembers my name
It’s my fault, it’s my fault, but you’ve still no right
To tell me I should rest
It’s not fair but who cares
You know you’re right
Just leave me to my trench
Down in here like the first time, bathed in some light
Overhead bright illusions shimmer and fight
High north winds lick the ears of rote, and call back from where I came
But all my friends there are long since dead and no one remembers my name
Well then, they’re catching up faster than I
Can run
Night fails to bring me anything above or beyond what I know scares me