First in Line

Two souls meeting in the unknown
Didn’t know where to go - walking all alone
With no clue on where to place their feet
I was being mislead towards to the end

We stand there
Staring at this broken mirror
(This broken mirror)
Reflecting our tragic failures
Broken dreams seen through
A deformed vision of my reflection
I sought nothing but acceptance

Hate to wake you up but we’re out of time
We’re too close to disaster
Last one out the gate is the first in line
Gives me no pleasure to say I fucking told you so
I fucking told you so

Looks like in the end you were right
I should have never entrusted you with my life
In the end I was right - you had no good in you
Anything that you said or did was to harm me

We promised to make this better
But we promised to make this so much better
That I’d change for us to push things further

Hate to wake you up but we’re out of time
We’re too close to disaster
Last one out the gate is the first in line
It doesn’t help to say I fucking told you so

You couldn’t see the whole chain-reaction
And now you can taste the smoke
Last one out the gate is the first in line
I never wanted to say I fucking told you so

I’ve fought so hard against forces that I couldn’t see
But after all this time
You were the enemy
You were the enemy