Listen! I don’t want to hear Your lies ’bout a god in here Who’s it gonna be? Who’s it gonna be?
Black talk, how it may have been what now, as i’ve lost the key Where’s this gonna lead? Where’s this gonna lead?
I’ve realised some sudden ghost will never lift the skies off to the library groom steals a kiss from every girl he sees let’s embrace the everyday while you’ve dismissed the street i always longed for its head on a plate
son, bring home what we have sawn let me clean your hands off the blood you spilled at dawn
all these tears all those years where’s this gonna lead?
can’t recall him at all who’s it gonna be?
how come it feels so useless to call your name? what’s left of what they call our saviour?
it echoes in my head a faked smile, pointless chat where’s this gonna lead? who’s it gonna be?
Listen! I don’t want to hear Your lies ’bout a god in here Who’s it gonna be? Who’s it gonna be?
Black talk, how it may have been what now, as i’ve lost the key Where’s this gonna lead? Where’s this gonna lead?
Dim lights, all i’ve seen in years Nothing, to call hopes and fears where’s this gonna lead? Who’s it gonna be?