too late to switch from patterned roadways to the kill
undo the damage done by thoughts that change at will
now, you might be lying by a stranger as you sleep
i try to bury all the memories it keeps
inside this glass house, burning down
the water takes the shape of humans moving to the sound
i caught my conscience learning how
to read and write the signs of prophecy turned inside-out
oh
skeptics uncross their arms, to scribble on the floor
i feel connections to those not living anymore
now, you might be wrong, when i say nobody believes
and i try to bury all the memories it keeps
inside this glass house, burning down
the water takes the shape of humans moving to the sound
i caught my conscience learning how
to read and write the signs of prophecy turned inside-out
oh
right?
inside this glass house, burning down
the water takes the shape of humans moving to the sound
i caught my conscience learning how
to read and write the signs of prophecy turned inside-out
oh
right?