We Want Guarantees, Not Hunger Pains

I'll be a martyr for your indifference If you promise to line my tomb with trinkets There won't be a resonating cry Just an awkward formal dialogue Between my ghost and those I've denied We want guarantees, not hunger pains But starvation just won't subside Somewhere between the penance and the patience You drift with every word they say Somewhere between the penance and the patience I think we've lost our way You told me what you stand for The sleepless crusade The bitter campaign In every room that we walk in The walls are skin and they're writhing Oh they're writhing In every room that we walk in The walls are skin and they're writhing Oh they're writhing Somewhere between the penance and the patience You drift with every word they say Somewhere between the penance and the patience I think we've lost our way You'd be unwise to sate the urge But go ahead you wouldn't be the first In every room that we walk in The walls are skin and they're writhing Oh they're writhing In every room that we walk in The walls are skin and they're writhing Oh they're writhing Somewhere between the penance and the patience You drift with every word they say Somewhere between the penance and the patience I think we've lost our way Somewhere between the penance and the patience You drift with every word they say Somewhere between the penance and the patience I think we've lost our way Somewhere between the penance and the patience Somewhere between the penance and the patience