washing in high tide just like a revelation of the moon slipping away prevention is worth a pound of cure eventually everything must cease but where is this ailment being transmitted from magnification is burning holes through me unsettled seas cast dark reflections and I ve done nothing but dig shallow graves how do you sleep at night arrest all sense of accomplishment these solutions stare us down yet we re walking away at the same pace it s the driving force that gets us nowhere the tighter the grip the more they ll slip through but if I let go they ll just drift away washing in high tide just like a revelation of the moon slipping away prevention is worth a pound of cure eventually everything must cease so lets play the part I m dressed for the kiss and just one more time I ll show you forever arrest all sense of accomplishment because we re only heroes in our sleep slumber clumsy suicide even these major roles are just a bit part so lets play pretend we re dressed for the kill and for just one time only we ll live forever yet I m dying for a sense of gravity to shed this skin to shatter the mirrors to adjust to wake to focus to begin again