I'm at the end of my rope, and I'm tired, of climbing back up
Holding on to a shred of decency. I might let go, but I'm so
Over encumbered by my saturated conscience, a weight I cannot escape
Dissatisfied, as I analyze my retrospective choices
I'm at the end of my rope, and I'm tired, of climbing back up
Holding on to a shred of decency. I might let go. I'm going to let go
My instincts take over, my actions betray my ideals
Now there's no turning back, I can't undo what is done
I just can't let this control me
I won't learn. I don't care. I don't hear, what you said to me. Oh
Will I find any peace, in my apathy? Maybe I'm not capable of being redeemed
Until, I break. Free of this cage. I had created, to shield me from this
Change
If I release, this hold I, might get lost in the poison. Or drown in the need
My grip is failing, and the fall is so inviting
Forever waiting for a bittersweet release. I, let go
Pushed past my limit, I relinquish control
Piercing through the wind, the cliff disappears from view. As I fall
The fall was bliss. Getting lost in the release
Getting lost in the release