Subject To Change — Project 86

Relent to your useless devices Retreat, your last line of defense Regress to the hollow relationships that shield you from yourself

Relent to your fortress of skin Retreat, anything to distract Regress to your hands as they cover your eyes But you can't help but peek through the cracks

Cold, hard dread swelling into parallels To everything you ever said you'd repel Once with a glimpse now Second your guess it's Tough to admit and admit and admit that

Your fate's still undecided Return Return Return

Relent, to the terror that distances you Retreat, to the habitual grins Regress to the deception, quiet and tame Once was transformed, now exactly the same Remember when you nearly plunged into embrace? But instead you've chosen to keep it all at bay

Return to yourself.