I'm solid on the stand still. Writing the lines until I get there. Fighting the right to be the suspect in the rotten lie you rode. I'm falling like the anvil, no stopping the weight I have beneath me. I'll flatten the ones who stand before me. I'm the falling black anvil. Are you ready to breath control? We'll disconnect the fault lines in our hearts. And roll on the diver; he deserves the least of what's been done. We stand on a river that flows through what was home. Can you feel it? The waste of time that's lost? It's coming around. It's not the last chance but I'll take it. If I don't pull the trigger than who will? It's up to us where we the stake in otherwise we're solid on the stand still.