Well I'm up to my elbows
In braces and in belts
I gave you everything
You act as if I pissed into your drink
And I'm dying here beside you
I'm rotting on the vine
Paralyzed behind the wheel
I am paralyzed behind the wheel
And I think it's all just a trick of the light on your face
For there are no gods and monsters
Only smoke and mirrors in this place
And here you go on the heels
Of some manufactured crisis
And it spreads just like a virus
And it twists and turns inside of us
Killing every moment filling every vein
With pestilence and purpose
With vigilance and pain
And I think it's all just a trick of the light on your face
For there are no gods or monsters
Only smoke and mirrors in this place
And every time is the last time
And every time I say never again
But how much more will I listen
Until I don't even hear it anymore
And this is why we cannot have nice things
And this is why we cannot have nice things
And this is why Daddy climbs the walls sometimes
And this is why we don't talk about
Those things we don't talk about
But I think it's all just a trick of the light on your face
For there are no gods and monsters
Only smoke and mirrors in this place