Desperate hands are reaching, touching every sacred
place,
And stealing until every wall is naked
I'm sick of rotting deep in denial,
Sick of running this like a trial
Should I light it up? Should I light it up and burn it to the ground?
Let us roll with the ocean
Turn our backs to the storm
Let us shine like the Morningstar
Shine like a new birth
I'll scream my lungs out until I reach my last breath
To ease the tension deep within my aching chest
Our tongues are all split wide open to deceive
And we all know that our voices will fall away
Weak and blinded, human, born and bred to follow
Words won't ever describe what we feel inside
I'm sick of running
Listen, this time you're going to listen