Из альбома: Strangers in our House
There's a house somewhere you'll never see with your picture hanging up inside follow the farce where ever it takes you see if it gets you to that house so picked through and panicked you spent hours counting blessings there's a hope in revenue and the hope is high what enamored you puts you to sleep it's enough to keep you satisfied
it haunts you endless you you sack what some throw in piles
a hole for every voice to hide
fake the mantle fake the house fake the family there's a hope in revenue and the hope is high
scams with hands that don't need you anymore we don't need you any more tonight
at home the press gets hold of freshman thoughts you give your life away
now tell me that you lost your way
goals, those precious goals, those stupid goals
you give your life away
tell me that you lost your way
tell me that your holes are safe
tell me why you riot
your holes were safe and silent
i hoped that could quiet down