I go fine without a reason or a purpose for ever enough time, as the apathy's my self-control Pricetag believe in Could've been bold I could be anything Paid for the sermon on the mount Book of faces, me? Let will the Quartet, a chisel to sharpen the bone Bow to the migraine Never been told
Black crystal eyes pinned, you dared me Play the mask for the debtors Feed the fear in the dust I'm the vine dried The blue vain The taste of your spit
Grace to the autopsy of inferiority Could you Pardon me princess May I just read my book? It is dark in the light And you hold it against me I know that she watches me differently Reading me When the last page is through The book belongs to her And I'll pass on that migraine Oh, Let it be known
Mouth of the canyon you dared me Play the mask for the debtors Feed the fear in the dust I'm the vine dried The blue vain The taste of your spit
Nexus of the hearts, commit me All my broken parts That make me whole I'll raise my voice I know we're all the used, but not defeated Nexus of the pain Invites me (drags me back to) (On my) feet again (off my knees) My heartbeats full I'll raise my voice I know we are the used, but not defeated We are the used