High spoken words above the flood
The water boils the frozen blood
Recall the hand that stitched your eyes
Cut them open and start to rise
The things they always told you
The things they tried to sell
You know they have created
Your own personal hell
It's a beautiful lie
You hold the hand that took your life
You brought your ticket now take your ride
The water boils the frozen blood
Recall the hand that stitched your eyes
Cut them open and start to rise
The things they always told you
The things they tried to sell
You know they have created
Your own personal hell
It's a beautiful lie
You hold the hand that took your life
You brought your ticket now take your ride