Fear Close the heart again Are you alive? You don't trust light
Running through the past, now I'm bored of this race Blame it on the cash till the cord is ripped away Numbers get bigger, and how bitter success tastes I'll tell you 'bout the time when we gave it all away
Did you grow a spine in the grave? You still got nothing to say? You're dropping out of the play?
I pull a habit out the hat, like I'm allowed In the fanatical interior of who I am I'm in the band, now I'm allowed to top off all of these Countless, countless Mouths that I call friends
Lay low, you might go psycho Uh-oh, the bottle's always glued to your hands Lay low, you might go psycho Uh-oh, the bottle's always glued to your hands I've got a feeling that you never gave a damn I've got a feeling that you never even gave it a chance
My life, I got past ones The speed of a stream The motion of shifting to new songs Feel your ghost in the breeze I paint a picture with my burning eyes closed I see an image of the band we could be I won't stop it if I'm owning my road I won't stop it This path for me
But what I value I can't trust in you What I value I can't trust in you
Never shoulda laughed, now we're fourth or fifth place Murder in the black 'cause we slit the thick vein Run to the printer, heart broke the sixth chain Ran into a smack, but the hand evaporate
Do you daydream every day? Do you daydream every day? You lost your mind at the rave You're out here talking to Dave Don't tell Dave!
We're not getting complacent But don't want to appease If they're clapping, tell me what a disaster was I don't know how to leave
Lay low, you might go psycho Uh-oh, the bottle's always glued to your hands Lay low, you might go psycho Uh-oh, the bottle's always glued to your hands I've got a feeling that you never gave a damn I've got a feeling that you never even gave it a chance
So cut me open I've got nothing left to hide Analyze all my history And read between the lines Claw your hide like an animal In a habitat you won't survive No, I can't be malcontent When I come from the divine
No one hears a word that you speak When you're in the midst of a retreat It's a hope you that cannot replete So give it up and take a seat
We can't restart I forget who we are I can't reflect There's no incentives left
Got so bloody Made it grow DGD is evil Whose so ugly Throwing stones DGD is peaceful
Compositor: Andrew Wells / Jonathan Mess / Matthew Mingus / Sergio Medina / William Swan