[Verse]
Trade away this face
Save a name
Save a shallow scape
(Jim eating?) saw ourselves
We lost ourselves
Now we walk like slaves
Walk through our lies
Hypnotized by our sober days
Were older now
Going through the new skimp
But it hurts the same
Tear away these loyalties
They suicide what they contain
The close line crack
In ? pit
Tried of the same ol' graves
k**er cars and k**er smiles
Empty crypts and broken dreams
Lawyers with their faces fogged
You hate from lashing puppet strings
You can't resist the chase
For all the hollow ones they saved
The straight jacket feel safe inside
The holograms they made
Watch the cities as they fall
Build alters as in the ruins
The gla** healed as they distract
As they plan better wars from home
Feel safe and never sweat
They pay others to do that
Bad actors thats like check
Same ol' basterd as the rest
They point their poison at your heart
And hope youd understand
They circulate their trash
Call it love and paint it black
[Chorus]
If I don't know what I am
And we don't know what we are
We keep on running away
But we can't get very far
Still can't get over the fact that
I'm always asking my self why
If I don't know what I am
And we don't know what we are
We keep on running away
But we can't get very far
Still can't get over the fact that
I'm always asking my self why
[Verse]
The verse of the machine
It feels better than a dream
A wasp without it's wings
And the mocking bird that stings
Left to boil
Put it to where their politics can't touch
The pain that feels like happiness
The never ending joke
They borrowed all their secrets
While they wallow and they hate
They teach the whole
Saint town of felling
Cashing in on the saints
Counting down the credits like
A rainbow made of stains
k** what doesn't stay
It leaves the rest astray
Like astos bodies gravity
Will leave them where it may
Still closer every day
To stepping on my tongue
The beating pathy walk now
I seen devils would be quiet
The music of my eye
The muse-ay of lights
The prime of pretty nights
Where the vipers roam the streets
The conductor wears a crud of thorns
And everyone is silent
Life after the wishing well
Is better then they sold it
With they take real thoughts
And we can almost feel alive
[Chorus]
If I don't know what I am
And we don't know what we are
We keep on running away
But we can't get very far
Still can't get over the fact that
I'm always asking my self why
If I don't know what I am
And we don't know what we are
We keep on running away
But we can't get very far
Still can't get over the fact that
I'm always asking my self why
If I don't know what I am
And we don't know what we are
We keep on running away
But we can't get very far
Still can't get over the fact that
I'm always asking my self why
If I don't know what I am
And we don't know what we are
We keep on running away
But we can't get very far
Still can't get over the fact that
I'm always asking my self