FALSE IDOLS WHISPERING BACK

THESE WORDS ARE GETTING OLD

KEEP POLISHING THEM UP, BUT TRUTH BE TOLD

MY PATIENCE WEARING THIN, YOUR PLAN DIVIDES, WITH MIRRORS LINED IN SMOKE YOU TRY TO HIDE DECIMATION OF INNOCENCE, DISAPPOINTMENT OF WHO I AM

THIS PALACE CRUMBLED TO DUST, WE GOT HERE FAR TOO LATE

MY FINGERS TURNED INTO RUST TRYING TO TAKE BACK RIGHTFULLY IS YOURS, THESE CLIPPED WINGS WILL FLY, AND SOAR ON AS BEFORE, WON'T LAY DOWN AND DIE

SPELLBOUND AND PLAGUED WITH FRIGHT HELLBOUND AND FROZEN BY THE BLINDING LIGHT

BALANCE OF A HOME YOU KNOW, MALICE IN YOUR VEINS

VIOLENCE IN THE WORDS YOU SPOKE, KINDNESS YOU CAN'T TAME

GRIPPED BY YOUR STRANGULATION

CAN'T WIN YOUR SATISFACTION