Letra

Wicker wishes hold the flames at bay No water for the martyr Oh, what a shame Progress is a riddle of delays Serendipitously arranged Watch the embers wither into grey And the filament fade Oh, and the filament fade It is the cost for causing choruses To erupt in front of stages in the dark It is the cure between the words And what we thought we heard as such Cleverness and sleight of tongue Ordinarily, we'd find a better fit And organize the messages' intent With words and scenes insinuations Emotional manipulation throughout For no good reason I'd deceive you all Just to get the point across I have been a hypocrite and I am certain I have lied I have been to nothingness and Barely bothered to survive I laughed when your levy broke to Shed tears when nobody rose to say "It's just a ride" Wearing the weight of the words we never spoke of Turning the weathered side to read their bones The trap that was set was flawed, at best The trap that was set was flawed Programmed to make ghosts of all of us Oh, time Gathering us with open arms To feed these hungry birds of war Splitting the line between two sides but I am neither one Usher the windblown into the silos, dead Treated like cattle while we listen for what's next Secretly we'll take its pulse Dropping from the eaves Tourniquet the pace as the rhythm bleeds Oh, time Flattering us to see ourselves as something more than we define Where does it leave us when we cry? It's not any skin of mine Only locked in these days as our wonder dissipates How did we wait so long to call out Hello? Don't you know we know you know? Don't you know? You were brave with a free-talking mind And a voice that is still a cry for life And no matter what we want We want to be loved Yes, we were here We were afraid We paid them for the right to commit our own ego suicide But I believe it's just a ride
Writer(s): Jesse Smith, David Gillett, Sean Rydquist, Andrew Mailloux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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