Patterned Roadways To The Kill

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?