Waiting Games - Aviators

Wishing for faith

When faith isn’t real

Nothing is sound

And no lips are sealed

Spiraling down

The end that I crave

The holes left behind

Are filled by the brave

I don’t want to play these waiting games

All I need’s a chance to clear my name

Giving up is part of how we move along

No one’s going to miss me when I’m gone

Language of hate

Love is for sale

State controlled thought

We’re too scared to fail

Bricks laid by fear

Walls holding me in

Expenses of truth

Affordable sin

I don’t want to play these waiting games

All I need’s a chance to clear my name

Giving up is part of how we move along

No one’s going to miss me when I’m gone

Mutual greed

Is all that we know

Justice is ignorance

And life is for show

I’m not a pawn

Of men on the hill

Nobody knows

The strength of my will

Nothing is real

Nothing is safe

I’m reaching for emptiness now

I know an escape

I see what’s beneath

Belong to the whispers, the only way out

I don’t want to play these waiting games

All I need’s a chance to clear my name

Giving up is part of how we move along

No one’s going to miss me when I’m gone

I don’t want to play these waiting games

All I need’s a chance to clear my name

Giving up is part of how we move along

No one’s going to miss me when I’m gone