Did you stay the same? After all of those years, did you ever change? Did those feelings fade? From the back of your head to broken synaptic connections instead. I'm hoping for a breakthrough, I'm hoping you won't die alone. Exempt me from this awful privilege, to slowly just watch you go. In this modern age, we depend on the facts and statistics. Before we prayed to unknown saints somewhere in the distance, this awkward existence, these laments of resistance. Well, these cries for aid will remain as this town goes up in flames. So much for faith in the unknown, so much for faith in anything at all. I'm hoping for a breakthrough, I'm hoping you won't die alone. Exempt me from this awful privilege, to slowly just watch you go. I've accustomed myself to what it means to be vulnerable and confused, Well, I'm hoping when things change, I'll stay the same and find an adequate solution. I'm so full of disdain with everything, I really need to see improvement, well if this is the game that we all play, I'm hoping that I won't be losing.