Confession

Roll the die / paradise
Snake eyes / lottery
Choice finding voice / what cuts through noise?
Harmony
Standing in the middle / mystery / eyes on the prize
Give me a good reason why the bad guy shouldn’t die
I’ve been sharpening this blade for the last few months
Sleighed all my demons now the caskets shut
First come, first served / who’s the last to run?
When a savior appears in every mirror
In a split second, it’s clear
There’s nobody else here to hold us responsible
For the cards that were dealt, on top a make believe pot of gold
Put some heart in it, or blame the architect
Jump in the dark abyss / we all played a part in it
Running in the darkest hour trying to press record
Stay light on the feet and swing the heaviest sword
Left ‘em dead as a door knob when we opened the door
Either the guests went deaf or I’ve said it before, it’s like…
3x what you’re looking for is really looking for you
Who is the criminal and what is the crime?
Why do you run every time that we’re looking for you?
2x set fire to the confessional
Wild on both sides / wild on both sides
When I entered the freshest exit wound all was left
Was a remembrance of some residue sculpted in flesh
I got the motive of a vandal and the heart of a child
Bending light between will, fresh kill and a smile
Fresh kill on the hillside
3x easier to follow
Fresh kill on the hillside
Easier to follow
Lead by tracks / heart thats been shot by an arrow
Trying to mend the broken circle while I’m standing in a square
Choking / smoking up a storm thinking I could clear the air
Clothing on a newborn innocence, thats as bear
As the truth flying naked / fair game unless your scared of heights
3x scared of heights
Food chain left ‘em paralyzed
Somethings guiding me to the side of a cliff
It tells me I should let it go while it just tightens its grip
Must be a 3x parasite
Food chain left ‘em paralyzed
As above as below this is as high as it gets
Still trying to figure out about which side I exist
Pull back the veil and see the child behind the fangs you flash
Same act / different cast
Same play / different masks
Same train / twisting tracks
Destination final
We’re headed toward the cliff, so it’s stress or enjoy the ride home
And you look at me like I’m a rabid dog in the park
Or the one who came to save you from one
3x guess we make a perfect match
Pull these pins from out of my mind
Scrape away the twist prick straighten my spine
Make it, make it go away/ dull aches on both sides
Maybe this is how you speak when you’re dead on all sides
4x set fire to the confessional
Wild on both sides / wild on both sides