The buzzards all came flying in
to feed on what was dying and I found myself the victim of their ways
I guess I'm just the kind of kid
who's had so much given to him
I'd claim I hit a triple
when I was born on third base
Time burns slowly now
in the moments since the pin left the grenade
Still, it all feels calm, somehow
In the middle of a warzone serenade
I woke up in the lion's den
and found I had some lying friends
who swore I wouldn't fall where others fell
The light down at the tunnel's end
has faded out and grown dim
but I've found out that darkness suits me well
Time burns slowly now
in the moments since the pin left the grenade
Still, it all feels calm, somehow
In the middle of a warzone serenade
I guess it just comes down to knowing
when everything decays
It's okay for some things not to be okay
I guess it just comes down to knowing when it all goes up in flames
It's okay for some things not to end okay
It's okay for some things not to end okay
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