I can’t feel the warmth from the gestures that are false The hand feeds me stabs me from behind As the blade inches in you don’t even begin To think that I’d be one to do the same We’re all alone and there is only one throne So come on tell me that you really are my friend
You hold me a story that I told Who wouldn’t trust a person if they said it was true
You believe when I’m thinking that you lie Because I do all the time and so does everybody else
I can’t feel the warmth from the gestures that are false The hand feeds me stabs me from behind I found myself lost on a straight and narrow course If you can’t see it then you must be blind