May 01, 2005 01:15
My eyes, they burn for the kind of sleep you taste
When your eyelids come crashing down like planes.
And my joints, they're fueled with midnight alcohol.
And my mind, it reels for the truth.
In a world where dignity and honor
Should make the man.
We've severed every tie with respect.
And how many more knives will be pulled
From the backs of the innocent?
And how many more alleyways will be painted in the blood?
Of the girl who's drowning in the wake.
Well we're holding our fire
Until the whites in their eyes
Come blazing with the utmost betrayal.
And we're holding our tongues
Until we're standing face to face
Because you have to be close to see through the lies.
And in the morning, I'll wake
To that last second of sleep
That left me feeling so empty.
While my eyes begin to focus
And I forget the beauty of the dream.
I'll see wasteland out through my window.
And it'll all come back.
And it'll all come back.
As the sinking feeling hits my chest.