Voices From The Fuselage
A Principal God
We’re running out of time
And we’re wasting our days
This hand could last forever
But I will not commence with my play
It causes such pain
Just follow the blood trail
We’re monsters on the inside
The proof is in the good deeds we’ve failed
Maybe the world won’t crumble
And maybe we will not wain
But I won’t hold my breath
I won’t hold my breath
A principle god is yet to reign (reign)
Maybe the skies will cease to fall down
Or maybe there’s a haven elsewhere
But I won’t hold my breath
I won’t hold my breath
Our principle god is not there (there)
Please forgive thee
Learn from history
No good can come from this...
An outcome I cannot prevent
Falling fast into my deathbed
Bodies of wrongs we can’t amend
A hoard of sins we can’t repent
Can’t disbelieve what I clearly see
Project the future before me
I begin to question everything
You brought us all to life
Why give us the chance to fly
If you resort to clipping off our wings?
Maybe the world won’t crumble
And maybe we will not wain
But I won’t hold my breath
I won’t hold my breath
A principle god is yet to reign (reign)
Maybe the skies will cease to fall down
Or maybe there’s a haven elsewhere
But I won’t hold my breath
I won’t hold my breath
Our principle god is not there (there)
When you think of all we’ve lost
And how little we’ve gained
Regardless of the downfall
At least I’ve found a friend in this pain
You’re all that remains
My one familiar face
I’ll take your hand once more
If you promise me a journey through time and space