I know it sounds better in the long run
Weigh your words and symbols
Stack up into the night
But these hands are broken
Folded like a steeple-cross
By a single word
The song is the same
A simple word transcribed to hold your faith
And you're good again

We mass as shadows, light as dust
Silent to further the day
So hold your crown: cataclysm awaits

I know it sounds better, but
There’s only so many bridges I want
Can cross
Without losing our faith at night
To guide them through their lies
So we read between the lines
The song is the same as every sign
Scratched memory of sunrise
On your face

That reminds us that spring will kill the summer nights
To get through the winter days
Swaying with daylight
And giving in to what we think is right

Mass as shadows, collect as the dust
Seen floating between her eyes
And you’ll reach out to keep her safe from harm

And all, all along, we’re all alone

When you can’t see
You’re on your own
You can’t see
On your own

When in your heart
Nothing to believe in
Then you will finally have
Something to scream about