You're shaking the hands of every stranger around
You're bruised in the head, go ahead and hide it with your crown

You're blaming the ones who fought, now buried underground
You're living off what you see in the lost and found

Building a bridge
Without a single glitch
You're in need of a stitch
From trying to kill the itch

It's not about your drop of honey
We're craving for what's burning inside
It's not about your blood-filled money
We're the sound of what's been boiling inside

You wake to see if your own head's still in place
You're caught up with numbers, running like rats in a race

You're faking the figures just to fit into the frame
Oh, just like a stranger to yourself, what's there to claim?

Building a bridge
Without a single glitch
You're in need of a stitch
From trying to kill the itch

It's not about your drop of honey
We're screaming for what's burning inside
It's not about your blood-filled money
We're the sound of what's been crawling inside

Building a bridge
Without a single glitch
You're in need of a stitch
From trying to kill the itch

It's not like I need you to hear me
We're craving for what's burning inside
It's not like I need you to find me
We're the sound of what's been crawling inside

It's not about your drop of honey
We're screaming for what's burning inside
It's not about your blood-filled money
We're the sound of what's been crawling inside