Silver Songtext

Fall short of your plan.
Why wait now.
Believe.
I've done my time.
Appraise your lead.
You fall short or weather away.
When one million eyes are taken for granted you can't concede again.
The weight of trucks will tear your walls down.
Your ratio, to me, will weigh us down.
The way you bleed: From circuit to sound.
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