A chasing of the wind
My hands and teeth are clenched
On things that mean nothing
And now, my nose is bleeding

This is embezzlement
And mischief is in fashion
Something about this look
It cuts you deep inside

To separate the skin
From the surface, and
To kill an honest man
With honest, good intentions
Here comes my betrayer now

Oh my God, their lips are puckered
Your looks tear at my flesh
I can't help it, I still feel your
Lips on our neck

Just when you think that you've got
Nothing else to lose
Your deepest fears inside will
Take control of you

Why do we keep encaged
The lion and the truth?
Let them be, let them be
But don't you dare believe

This whole world is hanging on by a thread
But scarless wrists
Give way to their lying eyes

A winding of the chase
An offering of grace
A trust has been misplaced
My hands are in suspension

These are the tools of trade
We succeed in industry by
Nailing the innocent to crosses
And offering them sanctum

We're at the mercy of
The ones who drink the wine
They're playing number games
With water left behind

We have no place to go
We have no place to be
Our knees buckling beneath
The weight of heavy breathing
Caught in between

Get out of my head

Just when you think that you've got
Nothing else to lose
Your deepest fears inside will
Take control of you

Why do we keep encaged
The lion and the truth?
Let it be, let them be
But don't you dare believe

This whole world is hanging on by a thread
But scarless wrists
Give way to their lying eyes

Your lying eyes

So cut your strings out of our chest
And take your hands out of our mouths
So we can spit your words out
And we'll be set free from this burden