The Impossibles - The Week Of August 1st lyrics

so i go down to my deepest depths and lost the things i'd learned to accept like faith in promises and i think about the truth i hold compared to the bitter fruits of getting old just like my father says this is a test to see if my worst still can beat my best this is a test, a measurement of my failure at success it's just my soph*more jinx it's all come back to me i built up bad times in the cracks in my securities but will i steer right? will my laundry stay white? whenever i lose sight of my plight? but i still turn my back look the other way sustain myself, all work no play it's life but it's far form living and my views become naturally corrupt when my friends and enemies get mixed up my lesson's learned after the fact and so my palms get sweaty and i can't read the answers on my hands