The forthcoming mutiny

A self commanded tendency. Crying,

I know it's wrong to keep on.

I cry to you waiting.

I cry to you hoping.

I cry to you and let you go

They're never coming back.

On rejoining ground, with stones on feet.

Psycho sound and static beat

And I think about you all the time,

To get you off my mind.

Waiting, I know it's wrong to keep on.