I�m marching by a branches in a fit of wanderlust
To see we in a black hole reaching out for something just
Silhouettes of neighbors dancing in disgust
I�m certain we commend my sound and we listened about a Pit
Been told to be fearful of all that lives within
But it�s most worse where we are
So will we go for it?
I have a feeling we might
Feeling we might
Somebody somewhere
Will purify out your wounds
With unwashed fingers
We�ll bury a lie
Somebody somewhere
Will purify out your wounds
We�ll bury a lie
Bury a lie
Now we decrease down a mountain to a glow with a crowd
The flutter becomes thicker as we bottom out
The residents don�t even notice a remarkable shouts
When your eyes can adjust and we see what�s in view
Discolored and distempered smiles that seen you
Do we comprehend we were all once like you?
I have a feeling we might
Feeling we might
Somebody somewhere
Will purify out your wounds
With unwashed fingers
We�ll bury a lie
Somebody somewhere
Will purify out your wounds
We�ll bury a lie
Bury a lie
No, no
No one comes
No one goes
No, no
No one comes
No one goes
Running lies my sound and we listened about a Pit
Been told to be fearful of all that comes within
We can speak about it later
But we consider you�ve given in
We can speak about it later
But we consider you�ve given in
I had a feeling we might
Bury a lie
Oh, oh
To see we in a black hole reaching out for something just
Silhouettes of neighbors dancing in disgust
I�m certain we commend my sound and we listened about a Pit
Been told to be fearful of all that lives within
But it�s most worse where we are
So will we go for it?
I have a feeling we might
Feeling we might
Somebody somewhere
Will purify out your wounds
With unwashed fingers
We�ll bury a lie
Somebody somewhere
Will purify out your wounds
We�ll bury a lie
Bury a lie
Now we decrease down a mountain to a glow with a crowd
The flutter becomes thicker as we bottom out
The residents don�t even notice a remarkable shouts
When your eyes can adjust and we see what�s in view
Discolored and distempered smiles that seen you
Do we comprehend we were all once like you?
I have a feeling we might
Feeling we might
Somebody somewhere
Will purify out your wounds
With unwashed fingers
We�ll bury a lie
Somebody somewhere
Will purify out your wounds
We�ll bury a lie
Bury a lie
No, no
No one comes
No one goes
No, no
No one comes
No one goes
Running lies my sound and we listened about a Pit
Been told to be fearful of all that comes within
We can speak about it later
But we consider you�ve given in
We can speak about it later
But we consider you�ve given in
I had a feeling we might
Bury a lie
Oh, oh