Foregone Conclusion

Would you reach down
With an outstretched hand
And no idea what God had in store for you
Consulting your conscience
You think you know
But you've already made that decision

Stretched and pulled, beyond recognition
We talk but we never listen
Hungry to feel we consume ourselves
In an endless circle of violence
It's a circle of violence

The final tiny piece of the puzzle
Refuses to be put into place
The sadness you hold
Is turned into anger
No one will catch you when you fall now
Nothing we could say, nothing we could do
Nothing left to gain, nothing left to lose

The spark ignites and then disappears
Far from isolated it's cyclical
Beyond the threshold
Beyond return
Hindsight lost in the darkness
The fault is everywhere
The fault is everything
The fault is everyone
These are words we cannot take back

The final tiny piece of the puzzle
Refuses to be put into place
The sadness you hold
Is turned into anger
No one will catch you when you fall now
Nothing we could say, nothing we could do
Nothing left to gain, nothing left to lose