Etcetera
Detriment
Never meant
No place I’d rather be
Better then
But then again
Who would you rather be
Son of lies
Son of flies
Son of some other me
Detriment
Fled again
Sword in the stone for me


You will learn
When it’s too late
It’s always been too late


Fade to black
Fade back in
Et cetera
Et cetera
There is no exit
No escape
Et cetera
Et cetera

Paradise
Lost its soul
Ran away from me
Control
Controlled
By nothing more than empathy
And I want to remind you
Of our view from apathy


Caught up now
Thought you’d escape
You will never escape


Fade to black
Fade back in
Et cetera
Et cetera
There is no exit
No escape
Et cetera
Et cetera
Fade to black
Fade back in
Et cetera
Et cetera
Paths diverged
Never met
Never been
Et cetera

Detriment
Never meant
No place I’d rather be
Better then
But then again
Where would you rather be
Stuck in a hole
Bit of my life
Touch of this knife
Pinch of what you stole from me


Stand in the shadow of your inability