Void (The Winning Hand)

Someplace grand Closed for the rest Fit with a wall A prize for the last Oh I've been all the names That I wished would show up Now I've seen all the plans That I tried so bold Can't you see We're wearing the winning hand If we clear our souls From blood and scorn And the times we live Someplace clean You wanna keep it that way To slowly die As you run out of luck Oh I've dreamed all the lives That I chose to believe Now I've leapt all the stairs That I thought would begin Can't you see We're wearing the winning hand If we clear our souls From blood and scorn And the times we live Can't you see We're wearing the winning hand If we clear our souls From blood and scorn And the times we live Can't you see We're wearing the winning hand If we stair our souls With the exchanging scorn And the times we live