Can you find a way to hide your dusty old skins?
Even so, you can't erase 'em afterall
From inside the crystal cage they feel unbreakable
You get weaker when you're sure that you are strong

Don't wait to die to then try to believe in angels
Sometimes you need to feel lost to find yourself
All made of flesh must be the part of the same supper
Even to bleed you need to have a beating heart

Know your way of telling lies is outdated
You can't hide from your reflections in the glass
Between the lows and highs always have the middles
Inside the middles always have a second chance

Don't wait to die to then try to believe in angels
Sometimes you need to feel lost to find yourself
All made of flesh must be the part of the same supper
Even to bleed you need to have a beating heart
(d'you have a beating heart?)

Don't wait to die to then try to believe in angels (don't, don't, don't)
Sometimes you need to feel lost to find yourself (feel, feel, feel)
All made of flesh must be the part of the same supper (same, same, same)
Even to bleed you need to have a beating heart (need, need, need)