You know the river doesn't stop until the lake is overflowing.
It's time to build yourself a wall.
Put it up around us all until nothing is showing.
Now there's a well outside the gate that's full of people overgrowing.
It's getting worse before it gets any better and depending on the weather it'll either be the hurricanes or benders that will get her alone.

You know it's not about the love.
The principle is overwhelming.
I think I've earned myself some time behind the walls inside your mind.
Between your thighs, well, you're just melting.
Now everything has up and changed.
Sometimes I find it overbearing that I couldn't change the past, go back before it ever happened, stop myself from ever caring.

Oh no, this isn't built to hold so much so overboard we go.
Sink or swim if you want to live but that would mean never going home alone.

You know it's half about the love but more importantly the story.
Sometimes the kids will grow up, start to fuck, put the marker back at one.
There's no challenge to the balance, just a stallion in the mud.
Oh God.

Now there's a baby in your gut that's getting bigger by the minute.
You'll have to reach inside yourself, find the strength to make it well and then we can kill it.
I know i'm not about to change everything that I have worked for just because I fed into the urges in my head I shouldn't have to fight in this war for some dumb whore.

Oh well, I went and made my Hell, walked in and now I dwell on the remains.
Sink or swim but now I'm drowning in placenta. I am going home again.
Oh well, I went and filled myself with all the factual and nothing else.
How is it that I'm reduced to this while nothing else is effected as well.