The Pit

I'm marching through the branches in a fit of wanderlust

To see you in a black hole reaching out for something just

Silhouettes of neighbors dancing in disgust

I'm sure you recognize my noise and you heard about the Pit

Been told to be afraid of everything that lives within

But it's much worse where you are

So will you go for it?

I have a feeling you might

Feeling you might

Somebody somewhere

Will clean out your wounds

With dirty fingers

We'll bury the lie

Somebody somewhere

Will clean out your wounds

We'll bury the lie

Bury the lie

Now we tumble down a hill to a fire with a crowd

The flicker becomes thicker as we bottom out

The residents don't even notice the sudden shouts

When your eyes can adjust and you see what's in view

Discolored and distempered smiles that seen you

Do you realize we were all once like you?

I have a feeling you might

Feeling you might

Somebody somewhere

Will clean out your wounds

With dirty fingers

We'll bury the lie

Somebody somewhere

Will clean out your wounds

We'll bury the lie

Bury the lie

No, no

No one comes

No one goes

No, no

No one comes

No one goes

You recognize my noise and you heard about the Pit

Been told to be afraid of everything that comes within

We can talk about it later

But I think you've given in

We can talk about it later

But I think you've given in

I had a feeling you might

Bury the lie

Oh, oh