A chasing of the wind
My hands and teeth are clenched
On things that mean nothing
And now, my nose is bleeding
This is embezzlement
And mischief is in fashion
Something about this look
It cuts you deep inside
To separate the skin
From the surface, and
To kill an honest man
With honest, good intentions
Here comes my betrayer now
Oh my god, their lips are puckered
Your looks tear at my flesh
I can't help it, I still feel your
Lips on our neck
Just when you think that you've got
Nothing else to lose
Your deepest fears inside will
Take control of you
Why do we keep encaged
The lion and the truth
Let them be, let them be
But don't you dare believe
This whole world is hanging on by a thread
But scar-less wrists give way to their lying eyes
A winding of the chase
An offering of grace
A trust has been misplaced
My hands are in suspension
These are the tools of trade
We succeed in industry by
Nailing the innocent to crosses
And offering them sanctum
We're at the mercy of
The ones who drink the wine
They're playing number games
With water left behind
We have no place to go
We have no place to be
Our knees buckling beneath
The weight of heavy breathing
Caught in between
Just when you think that you've got
Nothing else to lose
Your deepest fears inside will
Take control of you
Why do we keep encaged
The lion and the truth?
Let it be, let them be
But don't you dare believe
This whole world is hanging on by a thread
But scarless wrists give way to their lying eyes
YOUR lying eyes
So cut your strings out of our chest
And take your hands out of our mouths
So we can spit your words out
And we'll be set free from this burden