Addicted to razors Lashes to saviors Glued to the monitor Trained behavior Reduced to a number Mechanic enslavement A virtual prison Selected detainment
All you've ever said about them, it was never right.
You'll bruise their hearts, child You'll live their lives? You'll fill their shoes, child? You'll still be right? You'll speak your words, child You'
Old friend, I hear you I know just how you feel I've been in your shoes before I've seen your worries, And I can understand everything you going through
irresponsibility, underneath the weight of your regret You can sell our secrets for your benefit You can toss our bodies in the ground You can ship our children off to battlefields You can wipe the blood from
Hold everything dear, in your hand In a moment it's gone, everything that you love disappears Hold everything close, 'cause you may outlast it Memories