Careless, to try to think that we've progressed
And the, and the consequence of walking quietly
We only know, what we've been told
Self's exposed,
And overloaded, x3
These monuments built by thieves, x2
Keep us contained.
Polished they stand and guide us
I found a four leaf clover
Hidden within
Buried beneath my fears.
And we fall, kneeling
Begging for scraps.
Hands and arms stretched out
We reach for what we're given
So privileged
I'd imagine it could be the fall of man.
The fall of man.
We come from control
A paradigm that leads us through the valley
Into the mouths of wolves,
Mouths of wolves, x2
We are being eaten alive.
And we fall, kneeling
Begging for what?
Hands and arms stretched out
We reach for what we're given
So privileged
I'd imagine it could be the fall of man.
The tailor's shop has closed, closed,
And we don't dress for miracles anymore.
The tailor's shop has closed,
And we don't dress for miracles anymore.
Oh, how we believe in
All the monuments built by thieves.
x3