Spectators see what they want to see Lift this veil and show us what we fear to speak Lift this veil and show us what we want to see Daggers behind closed doors instead of the streets Come forth all traitors, the daggers need a place to be We have confused love and sex We have confused crime and passion We are the creatures of habit and our habits have us lost and loveless Archers draw their bows without any arrows Armed to the teeth with ideas and not an ear in sight to hear our tales, to hear our stories Pick up your arrows were going hunting for the truth No nostalgia will get in our way