Lies, the poisoned truth Weighs heavier than lead Still we hold the strain on broken backs The writing, it’s up there on the wall Words full of contempt They serve as armor and our fear Twist and turn the phrase pervert it to the core Let implications be the virtue and the whore We have reached an impasse This is a dead-end street We are in deadlock We have reached an impasse This is a dead-end street We are in deadlock Intent is the water down a drain Washed away for good But pain still lingers The now is not always black or white Still grey is not the shade We hide behind the tapestry of time Hate and burn ideas and nail them to a board Crush all intentions let the plough become a sword We have reached an impasse This is a dead-end street We are in deadlock We have reached an impasse This is a dead-end street We are in deadlock (What we’ve got here is, failure? Some man that just can’t reach) We have reached an impasse This is a dead-end street We are in deadlock We have reached an impasse This is a dead-end street We are in deadlock