The God Stitch

Sign says one way east, I cut west

They can锛噒 touch me

Turn the corner look behind still the voice that screams inside

And it seems to be that

No matter how high we set our sights, all that we are is a far cry

And out of our mouths come dying sighs

Although we look so good in the moonlight

Oh my God... the lives that people lead

And what a world... sordid, cruel, and wretched world

What a world we live in

Raise your hands to the skies

We锛噐e all just along for the ride

Reader: tear out another page, let锛噑 leave this chapter open for interpretation

We锛噐e all open books and we end up the same

And what kind of bastard author would right us in this way?

Exalt, exalt in every shortcoming

Stand up, stand up... there锛噑 a big train coming

Leave our baggage unattended at the station

Push away from the platform and don锛噒 look back

With no indulgent farewell, no Hollywood estranged lover goodbyes

Rejoice, rejoice... and get the f**k out of town

As far as I can get from here

Distance is a friend of mine and I have somewhere else to be

We锛噐e leaving naysayers by the wayside

Now who锛噑 holding the reigns to this death machine parade?

Slowly crawling down the tracks with the weight of the world on our backs

Everyone wins in this race to the death