well, i swear, that’s you, and god, we’ve been down this road, before
that the guilt’s no good and it only shames us more.
and the truths that we all tried to hide
are so much clearer when it’s not our lives - we don’t face the blame.

won’t you get on your knees?
believe, have faith
in this lie with us all.

now, my body’s on the floor
and i am calling,
well, i am calling out to you.
can you hear me, now?

well, it’s not a rebellion when you’re selling out
to another fashion salesman
our promising lives are full of empty promises.
temptation’s falling and calling you home, again.
well, i’m sorry if we’ve let you down.

what’s wrong? what’s wrong? what’s wrong?

where are we? what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to fall.
crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
spin me round again and rub my eyes.
this can’t be happening.
when busy street’s a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads, heavy.