One, two, three, four

Well the silence hasn't been broken
As we reach the point of utter disgust
As the weeks drag on, the lies unfold
All the alcohol loses its touch
And I once held your words close to my heart
With a knife protecting all of them
But now we've made our beds in a deep, dense forest
Where sounds
Won't ever take the blame

As I take my hands to the cold, dark dirt
In a search for roots now lost forever
With one last great hope of a messiah
I check the time and admit to the surrender terms
Remember the days when I had a conscience, slightly audible
But it's still worth mentioning, like the flood
That comes without any warning

Any warning, any warning, any warning
Any warning, any warning, any warning

Oh I can't seem to tell
I can't seem to tell
I can't seem to tell
If it's my head or the earth that's spinning around
I can't seem to tell
I can't seem to tell
I can't seem to tell
Anymore
No I can't seem to tell
I can't seem to tell
I can't seem to tell
If it's my head or the earth that's spinning around
I can't seem to tell
I can't seem to tell
I can't seem to tell

No, I can't seem to tell
If it's my head or the earth that's spinning around