I know it sounds better in the long run

Weigh your words and symbols

Stack up into the night

But these hands are broken

Folded like a steeple-cross

By a single word

The song is the same

A simple word transcribed to hold your faith

And you're good again

We mass as shadows, light as dust

Silent to further the day

So hold your crown: cataclysm awaits

I know it sounds better, but

There’s only so many bridges I want

Can cross

Without losing our faith at night

To guide them through their lies

So we read between the lines

The song is the same as every sign

Scratched memory of sunrise

On your face

That reminds us that spring will kill the summer nights

To get through the winter days

Swaying with daylight

And giving in to what we think is right

Mass as shadows, collect as the dust

Seen floating between her eyes

And you’ll reach out to keep her safe from harm

And all, all along, we’re all alone

When you can’t see

You’re on your own

You can’t see

On your own

When in your heart

Nothing to believe in

Then you will finally have

Something to scream about