(n1nth)cloud - Bad Actor lyrics

[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