Control and The Urge to Pray

I’ve already been there
A broken lock
Inside a rotting idea of a heart
You’ll never find it
You took my name
On top a desolate mountain of hope
I saw it frame by frame
We’ll take it all apart
Until there’s nothing left to blame
I saw it frame by frame
(Perfect the weakest thread, until the bitter end)
You’ll never see me there (Within my eyes)
Before you know it will be gone
I’ve never heard of
A patient prayer
Within a chorus of unending ___?
I’ve already been there
It feels the same
Inside a rotting idea of a heart
If you write it down
It feels the same
Always a race to keep you dragging on
Until the currents change
Our days it pays to keep from burning out
You used to care