I'm the crutch, I'm the words on the back of your tongue. I'm the intermittent headaches. I'm the dirt running deep beneath your fingernails that can't be scrubbed. I'm the part you've kept hidden, I'm the stain on your name. I'm the opposite of conscience. I'm the needle in your side, I'm regret, I'm the dread, I'm the shame.
I got tricked, made out to follow. Chest is empty, cold and hollow All you look the same.
Oh, collecting rain beneath your shoulders. Come be my blood, be my brother. Everyone knows you're just like me. You're deaf, that's all.
Caught you up in spotlight. Caught you lost and tongue tied Now we know what you look like Now we know your hands are crooked Try to walk so upright. Oh, you've come to pick a fight? Now we know what you look like We know your facade is cracking. (2x)
Burning eyes and mouths of splinters. Cast their stones and drown the sinners. All you look the same.
We could all make such good friends. Yeah, we're all just such elegant disasters. And though your heart never beat like mine, I can come and fill the gaps if you want me to. And we may never be as bright as them, But we'll never have to sink the way they do. We're no names.
Somewhere out there things are in line. Somewhere out there we're all just fine.
Compositores: Benjamin P Cooper, Alexander P Kane ECAD: Obra #24795580