The story
He stays where the line is drawn and the blame lands.
He stands under a hard, close eye, trying to keep the peace while every small mistake gets counted against him. The room feels smaller with every word, and he keeps his hands still, waiting for the storm to pass, but the watch never loosens and neither does the weight on his back.
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Lyrics
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