I'm marching through branches in a fit of wanderlust I see you in a black hole reaching out for something just Silhouettes of neighbors dancing in disgust I'm sure you recognize my noise and you've heard about the pit Been told to be afraid of everything that lives within But it's much worse where you are, so will you go for it
I have a feeling you might Feeling you might
If somebody somewhere Will clean out your wounds Our dirty fingers Will bury the lie Somebody somewhere Will clean out your wounds And bury the lie Bury the lie
Now we tumble down a hill to a fire with a crowd The flicker becomes thicker as we bottom out The residents don't even notice our sudden shouts When your eyes adjust and you see what's in view Discolored and distempered smiles that seem new Do you realize they were all once like you
I have a feeling you might Feeling you might
If somebody somewhere Will clean out your wounds Our dirty fingers Will bury the lie Somebody somewhere Will clean out your wounds And bury the lie Bury the lie
No, no No one cares where no one goes No, no No one cares where no one goes
You recognize my noise and you heard about the pit Been told to be afraid of everything that comes with it We can talk about it later, but I think you've given in We can talk about it later, but I think you've given in