By now you should find your mouth

By now you should call me

We can work it out

I fallow it until the end of concession

"A falling out" I heard from them

there's no discretion

I'm burning out on this

By now you should be in a better place

and thinking for your self

It's not your axe to grind

and this is my latest confession

I hope you hear about it

Victims I know the saints come to call

and bring you obsession

to save you from your fall

Victim I know it wont be long

'till one worth possessing

is one you'll never reach

Swallow it until the end

of our concession

I'm sure I'll hear from you

through them

There's no discretion

I'm burning out on this

and this is my latest confession

I doubt you'll hear about it

It's only indecision

this is your latest condition

I hope you hear about it soon