Straight into a noose Dreaming disguise Of what's at stake Clutching trusted lies Feeling sick inside It's time to end The story It isn't what I see It isn't what I know It isn't what it seems No high or below Nothing for the grave Nothing for the kings Nothing to sacrifice Nothing to win Nothing to win
So I take This weary heart And bleed it out Unshackle my illusions And bleed them out
Like flesh out of its skin Ragged and raw Where images end And living begins Where ideas of truth Give way to the taste When everything we love Is everything we break I dream it's all true It's the chance I take It's time to end The story
