Blood on your hands dried long since |
The reception fades the signals breaking up |
They suck you in like cigarettes |
When you see me cut me down |
Well now I found myself |
Having never seen the colour of my father's eyes |
Read my writing on the wall |
If ignorance is bliss, then knock the smile off my face |
Alive and well |
Pray for you to give me something then find out that there was nothing left |