Sanoja: Choke. Fallout Leader.

falling behind
on days that seem like nothing fits
there's a crack in the floor
where you're pacing, a track worn
as the walls are caving in
perception's clearly out of focus
this is all that you are
nothing more you could ask for
as you're tracing your mistakes

last stop you leave dishonest
this trap that you laid out
i read into deceiving eyes
stories that seem ironic
one point of view
with two opposing sides
demise

trailing behind
you pull the weight that anchors you
drop the key on the floor
feel the grains where your feet were

now the lighting starts to dim
perception's clearly out of focus
this is all that you are
nothing more you could ask for
as your tracing your mistakes

fallout leader
your charade's been detected
it's not what you wanted
the train's hit a dead end
it's nnot what you wanted

at the end of a gun
there's still defiance
at the end of the run
you're still behind it