Whoa   Treacherous times are just ahead   Whoa   Hold still or you'll break the thread   Whoa   That's holding up the fallen forces   Whoa   Finally knocked down from their high horses      Perfect things don't need us   But that's okay    We never much cared for the likes of them anyway   Hold us at our weakest points   Watch us break because we fall apart and the pieces slip away   Cannot see   I can't fight      Whoa   Not long before you've gone   Whoa   Don't be gone that long   Whoa   Everything is wrong   Whoa   No hope of moving on