Every night
you wrote another line
with a bloody broken bottle
and every day
you wish it away
why dont you
pull the pin on that grenade you coddle
I wanted to believe
bodies swingin from trees
Strugglin to stand
with your head in your hands
A stoic last stand of a dying man
I wanted to believe as I watched your world crumble in your hands
I wanted to believe as you raised your glass to your last stand
and I wanted to believe you would win the war in your head that I did not understand
I did not understand
Every night
the questions poured out
of your wounded eyes
damn dark things
Every day
you used to pray
listen to the black raven sing
you wanted to believe
as you were falling to your knees
struggling to stand
with your life in your hand
the sad last stand of a broken man
I wanted to believe as I as watched your world crumble in your hand
I wanted to believe as you raised your glass to your last stand
I wanted to believe you would win the war in your head that i did not understand
i did not understand
I wanted to believe as I watched your world crumble in your hands
I wanted to believe as you raised your glass to your last stand
I wanted to believe that you would win the war in your head that I did not understand
I did not understand
and the questions poured out
and the questions pour out
[out of your body]
did not understand
[and spilled on your floor]
did not understand
[pushing you down x2]
did not understand
[holding you down x2]
did not understand
the sound of you falling
did not understand
as the trembling heart of a dying man
did not understand
the sound of a trembling heart
