The record skipped into a momentary lap(se) on a damaged groove
What seemingly lasted as close to what we can comprehend forever to be
Used. We all feel used;
Abandoned, misunderstood, burned out and abused
In a dense fog that is our ego
Never again will I take her for granted

I still walk with her
I still speak with her
Oh, the comfort of a loving mother

Ashamed of every path taken
Understanding the ones that put you here will burn you to ash without hesitation
We walk in her shoes, our lives running parallel through different times
Some strange twist of fate created through ironic design
We are born from the same light
Into the burden of living the same life
Left with everything to contemplate and no chains broken;
The shell of a life that was once so outspoken
Sinking into the dark Atlantic floor, nearly drowning
Our life choices stinging and distorting our vision like a steady wind

We were all cut form the same cloth, in some way
I've learned that from her
We are nothing. We are everything
We are the future that ruins;
We are the past that keeps repeating until we've become bored and affluent
"There is no choice. You will walk with me."
Oh, the comfort of a loving mother