This is the last time I will struggle The eyes of a million follow each step I take walking further into hell The weak and willing wither under the weight of their own restraint We hold an ideal of the way its supposed to be Every motion creates a canyon left empty Slowly the path begins to crumble and split Destruction lurks waiting to fill the void While the other motions grief an iridescent light A sense of knowing and divide This is a choice in which we all relate A sense of knowing and divide Grief an iridescent light This is a choice, make up your mind Following step by step in each of our lives Eyes always following and watching speaking tongues unknown Following step by step I go Following step by step I go Its torn away when I try to hold on Its torn away when I try to hold on Its torn away when I try to hold on I grab the end of my senses, dragging them to reality And as I see who I am now, this is the path to being free I grab the end of my senses, dragging them to reality And as I see who I am now, this is the path to being free This is the last time I will struggle The eyes of a million follow each step I take walking further into hell The weak and willing wither under the weight We hold an ideal of the way its supposed to be Seemingly perfect like a grid composed of dots Following step by step in each of our lives Eyes always following and watching speaking tongues unknown Following step by step I go
step, following, iridescent, hold, torn