You stand before me in the hallway, waiting for me to open my mouth
but when I do, you might not like the words that all come tumbling out.
One by one, they'll paint the future that you willingly carved into stone.
I can't wait to see your face when I tell you something you don't know.
You're the stuff of campfire stories, the ghost we whisper of.
Wherever you wandered, folktales followed. Wasn't that enough?
It didn't have to be this way, but this is what you chose.
You went from fine to too far gone while my eyes were closed.
But I will never blink again.
I'll keep watch. Wait and see.
You stand before me in the hallway, waiting for me to open my mouth
but when I do, you might not like the words that all come tumbling out.
One by one, they'll paint the future that you willingly carved into stone.
I can't wait to see your face when I tell you something you don't know.
I don't expect you'd get it. You can't see from where you stand,
but underneath your grand performance, you're just another man.
Not a god, a myth or legend. That's not for you to decide.
Don't forget, I've seen the weak spots you're too proud to hide.
And I swear I'll never sleep again.
I'll keep watch, just you watch out for me.
You stand before me in the hallway, waiting for me to open my mouth
but when I do, you might not like the words that all come tumbling out.
One by one, they'll paint the future that you willingly carved into stone.
I can't wait to see your face when I tell you something you don't know.
Tell me what you want to prove that's not already known
and tell me who you'll prove it to now that you're all alone.
You want to beat some gatekeeper, but all you got is me.
I'm looking forward to your answer, what have you done to deserve the key?
I've come far too far to care what might happen to me.
The patron saint of your misfortune is all I wanna be.
If you tell me to step aside, I'll tell you where to go.
I can't wait to see your face when I tell you something that you don't already know.
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Nearly a decade late to the Taz party, but I’m so glad to be aware of it now! I don’t know what elixir Griffin put into the album but I would like to drink a gallon of it. katiegreene137
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I think the most comfort I've felt in this life was being fifteen and playing this game at 2am. Words cannot describe how much this game meant to me caracalled