Tied down against the tracks,
screaming in silent black and white,
you trust us,
we are
such villains.
We will tell ourselves anything we want to hear,
if we are willing.
To listen is to learn,
then too much is what we deserve.
And how come when we say that we do,
we don't pray to anybody you want, we won't?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
But if we're the ones to blame, then the fruit,
it shouldn't taste so good.
We will use the thinking we got nothing to lose.
Losing everything but the truth,
is walking straight into a roadblock,
bending,
left it
ending.
Your point of view is chosen by the serpent's rules.
With all its do's and don'ts,
the future's an empty promise,
unconcerned and so tired
of waiting.
But we could sell it,
wooden horses full of nightmares,
and when they open,
this all might
recompose.
There's no going back to the good old days,
it's just a phase,
bringing some new life.
Archaism is a dusty road,
leading us back to nowhere.
But if we're the ones to blame, then the fruit,
it shouldn't taste so good.
We will use the thinking we got nothing to lose.
Losing everything but the truth,
is walking straight into a roadblock,
bending,
left it
ending.
Your point of view is chosen by the serpent's rules.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
How come when we say we do, we don't?
We will, we won't.
How come when we say we do,
we don't?
How come when we say we will, we won't?