Don't Lose

Time of the revolution
Time of the heads that roll
You’ve been causing much pollution
In reaching for a hand that’s cold
A hand that’s cold
Tell me did you take the wager
Now your sins are down on paper
All your exploits on display
Would you really rather fall insane
Does it really have to stay to pray
It’s not that you don’t lose
Don’t lose
It’s not that you don’t lose
It’s not that you don’t lose
Turn your head over gently
Waiting for that ledge to fall
You’ve been taking liberties far too long now
In reaching for a hand that’s cold
A hand thats
Writing of your conquest
Yearning for the unrest
Searching for that perfect note
You’re making this a contest
We’re waiting on that sunset
Bringing on tomorrow’s goals
Tomorrow’s goals