Sometimes I feel like it's my cross to bear
Sometimes I feel like I should bury it
Sometimes I feel like it's my cross to bear
Sometimes I feel like I should bury it
But I'm wary of hysteria, it's scarier than crucifixion
When thinking goes, then comatose, The rest is gross, you get the picture
So I'll take the enlightenment over the violent ignorance
And break my diadems. I'm tired of them anyway
I hope I have the faith
Like a couple of towers, they fell to the ground
Collapsing under the power of the evils all around
Debris was blown for miles with a deafening sound
And their bodies were never found
And their bodies were never found
Derogatory stories of robbery and camaraderie
Are not even the tip of the iceberg, and it's a part of me
It's startling that we are still starting and parting, working cathartically
Starving rivalry of me and me, freeing me
It's hardly a party but I know that it's free to be hearty
I'm more than meat, so stop harming me, farming me and alarming me
And just start to be... a listener
Like a couple of towers, they fell to the ground
Collapsing under the power of the evils all around
Debris was blown for miles with a deafening sound
And our bodies were never found
And our bodies were never found
Why does it feel like everything is against us
The words we hear are surely meant to offend us
We break, for gods sake, we're always falling apart
The stains, the ache, you might as well take our hearts
Like a couple of towers, we fell to the ground
Collapsing under the power of the evils all around
Debris was blown for miles with a deafening sound
But our bodies were never found
Oh our bodies were never found