PRIDE

My god, he always told me that the pride comes before the fall

Guess I didn't notice, he was talking straight to me though

I didn't wanna know what I didn't already know

The echoes of his words in my head do always grow

But not as fast as my head does.

I'm running, defeating the phantoms of my past

and I can't fathom how far I have already fallen

I've seen planes and birds and clouds and skies and heaven I'm falling away from

I've seen pain and cords that hold me down. I'm struggling, fighting against them

Named em' pride: the silent architect