Our Vices - Head Count Lyrics

I see straight through this
These walls I've built are only made of glass
Break them down then sort through the pieces
Try and build something that seems to be true
I cut my hands on all the razor edges
Attempting to find a reflection of you

Its not your time yet young one
Just hold on tight
I can try to blame you
I know you're right
I say its like I'm playing a game
There's no end it drives me insane
I'll never see it for what it is
A subconscious wall that refuses to give
Its not your time yet young one
Just hold on tight
The emotions run thin, I'm not giving in
This is the end of the line

The line
My words bleed through this paper
Reaching out my hand to grasp onto my maker
I never wanted to let you in
So I'm calling the shots till the day I make my end
These words mean nothing to me
I'll go paint a picture of the man that you want me to be

I wont change for you
I'm through wearing this mask
I'm just a thing of the past

Its not your time yet young one
Just hold on tight
I can try to blame you
I know you're right
I say its like I'm playing a game
There's no end it drives me insane
I'll never see it for what it is
A subconscious wall that refuses to give
Its not your time yet young one
Just hold on tight
The emotions run thin, I'm not giving in
This is the end of the line