Lies, the poisoned truth

Weighs heavier than lead

Still we hold the strain on broken backs.

The writing, it’s up there on the wall

Words full of contempt

They serve as armor and our fear

 

Twist and turn the phrase pervert it to the core

Let implications be the virtue and the whore

We have reached an impasse

This is a dead-end street

We are in deadlock

We have reached an impasse

This is a dead-end street

We are in deadlock

Intent is the water down a drain

Washed away for good

But pain still lingers

The now is not always black or white

Still grey is not the shade

We hide behind the tapestry of time

Hate and burn ideas and nail them to a board

Crush all intentions let the plough become a sword

We have reached an impasse

This is a dead-end street

We are in deadlock

We have reached an impasse

This is a dead-end street

We are in deadlock

(Female voice: What we’ve got here is, failure ????? some man that just can’t reach)

We have reached an impasse

This is a dead-end street

We are in deadlock

We have reached an impasse

This is a dead-end street

We are in deadlock