They say practice what you preach, hey hey cause one day they'll listen You won't be made a martyr, they just need something to believe in A struggle for the sake of struggle is a struggle yeah, well I'm struggling You just wanted to write a best seller but it went from fact to fiction
Eight years, well how long have you been dreaming I've lost count of these nights they're so seamless Confided - a room full of secrets Confided - ain't no god who can keep them
Hang by a thread on every word you say This soapbox stand has seen much better days No silence, waging a war of words
They say practice what you preach, hey hey cause one day they'll listen You won't be made a martyr, they just need something to believe in A struggle for the sake of struggle is a struggle yeah, well I'm struggling You just wanted to write a best seller but it went from fact to fiction
Hang by a thread on every word you say This soapbox stand has seen much better days No silence, waging a war of words
So hang me by the binds of the books which you cling to So tight, so preciously (I know your secrets) You just wanted to write a best seller but see fiction doesn't stack up in history I'm done