A compromise between honesty and lies to lead me past their sly disguise.
My moves are slow…
but soon they’ll know.
Behind the scenes, they grow their schemes.
Hiding intentions, revealing only fractions.
My moves are slow…
but soon they’ll know.
They’ll keep on whispering their mantras.
We’ll keep on whispering our mantras.
You know it’s one thing to say you love me
But another to mean it from the heart
And if you don’t intend to see it through
Why did we ever start
You never worship you never worship your life.
You never worship you never worship your life.
All the while you’re standing still you all reach in the past.
You won’t let the good times in if you do you make sure they won’t last.
Can’t you see the lights they’re shining to lead you back again?
My heartbeats can be a silver lining just listen well to them.
You never worship you never worship your life.
Never worship your life.
All the while you’re standing still you all reach in the past.
You won’t let the good times in if you do you make sure they won’t last.
Can’t you see the lights they’re shining to lead you back again?
My heartbeats can be a silver lining just listen well to them.
They will worship they will worship your life.
They will worship they will worship your life.
Day in, day out, night after night…
You seem to wait for neon lights.
Ignoring signs, awaiting your call.
Saw them gathering sticks from the ground by the thicket while assembling the nest.
On alert for any lingering threats. Building frantically without rest.
Walls grew dense and blocked out the sun… Caving in everyone.
Darkness fell wiped out a once joyous tone, then famished, like possessed ended up eating their own.
Gets me choked up practically every other time I listen to it.
Cleaning up the things you left behind…
Are you on to find some peace of mind?
Are you aware of the mess you left behind?
Scared to think away the cheer.
Looking back in a mirror, it all becomes clear.
The views are not the same;
I see sun, you see rain.
Cleaning up the mess you left behind.
You left a lovestain on my heart…
And you left a bloodstain on the ground.
But blood comes off easily.
But blood comes off easily.
You left a lovestain on my heart…
And you left a bloodstain on the ground.
But blood comes off easily.
Go, repress your prudent side; it’s beautiful, but plastic.
Go, reveal darker sides; killing is never too drastic.
Go, turn to the assassin.
Go, make an appointment with the assassin.
Turn to the assassin.
Go, make an appointment with the assassin.
