Lyrics

Br
But no matter how I try, you always seem to find a way to turn it around
Two peas in a pot, there ain't no pulpit big enough to make us listen
I like the craze, the way we race to have the last word, to feed the rage we buried under
At least when we power-play I can find my retrogade

V1
On the edge of the knife
Yet unrecognized

My life became the shell of all I fought to be, running forth but living in the past I feel like I'm

My eyes are bleeding though the night
But I remain in the dark

trapped and nobody seems to even notice, it's a living hell
for once could you

Br
But no matter how I try, you always seem to find a way to turn it around
Two peas in a pot, there ain't no pulpit big enough to make us listen
I like the craze, the way we race to have the last word, to feed the rage we buried under
At least when we power-play I can find my retrogade

V2
With every day I'm just an inch farther from speaking up bout the war going on my

I command you to arise!
My promised paradise

Mind infecting my soul so I say my alibi then I sigh, another lie - it's getting...

I'm dreaming of a well deserved purge
May chaos take the world

Ch
It's just that I fell in love with a war that nobody told me has ended
Bite my skin, fold my words into piles
I lost 8 lives to waste the last on fights
With my frozen smile
I spit my truth till its dry
And once I start I might just go and let the chaos rise

Intl
Rewind the tape once more, replay in slow motion, to make sure that the terror embeds itslef deep enough
To convince us of swallowing it all
We try to morph ourselves for the better, it turns out we can't keep destroying one another forever - but here comes the storm again, so I succumb to the devil in me

V3
All that remains is smoke, ash and eternal pain
For them, you're born to die in vain

Don't you see that my obsession with control lead me to losing the rest of it all, how fucking ironic, am I

So curse them silently with a smile on your face
Wait for the chaos rising, it'll be your grace

the one who's retarded, can I rewire my brain (or disconnent it)
Could you pay attention?

Ch
and fold my words into piles
I lost 8 lives to waste the last on fights
With my frozen smile
I spit my truth till its dry
And once I start I might just go and let the chaos rise