Hiding behind your metaphors
Your words
So few when spoken
So many when sung
The Coward
Your feet,
The thief that steals your eyes
Your true intentions compromised
Your hands sleep in deep pockets
And your tongue trips you when talking
Its the peace within that you can't find
You're so alone
Well so am I

You're so alone
Devil will bow
I'm parallel to the floor
Chewing through the ceiling

Death to the recreant
The stage keeps stroking the ego
What is this
But a false sense of confidence
Sell your soul
To be well-known
What is worth this heart of stone?
Where is the love, my [home]...

You're so alone
Devil will bow
I'm parallel to the floor
Chewing through the ceiling
I'm so alone
If there's a God
Where is she now?
What type of deity abandons thee?

It's all cyclical
These vehicles
Don't you know they're just for show?
Show me the way home
It's all cyclical
These vehicles
A way for us to come and go
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