Bones break and re-shape to fit the mold that forms the cage.
Were the martyrs played by mercenaries
all dressed up in sincerity?
Keep yourself honest, but never too obvious.
The only victim is the truth, and sometimes fabrications are win-win situations.
I’ll reshape to fill the space
I’ll spend every day between the facts and faith
walking that fine line.
I argue that God’s can’t even change a man that gives way to insecurity.
All that’s natural is heresy.
You have never been too keen to changes from routine.
No more mister middle man keeping your consent bottled up and on the fence.
I’ll reshape to fill the space
I’ll spend every day between the facts and faith
walking that fine line.
Where were you when I took my throne?
Where were you when I lost control?
I’ll reshape to fill the space
I’ll spend every day between the facts and faith
walking that fine line.
Where were you when I took my throne?
Where were you when I lost control?
Where were you when the sun eclipsed the moon?
I’ll reshape to fit the space,
I’ll spend every day between the facts and faith walking that fine line.