I drink the rainwater, but it can never cleanse my soul.
Painted glass on the window, it don't break for no one.
Blood runs like a river, and hope won't float when it's choking on it's last words.

Fighting everyone around me, sick of trying to get inside blinded vision of what we all think life should be.
Stop, and let all the chips fall where they may and take the earth from underneath your fragile pride, feel it shake
And when it all clears and the rain clouds fade you can stay with the skeletons hidden in your grave.

Sin, it's really got a hold on you.
You don't need to exile me, I'm well on my way.
Leaving these four walls made of matchsticks in the back of my brain.
I've learned that you don't have a single word left that you can say To make me quiver when you wave them like a knife in my face. Your king is dead.

You can rearrange these bricks all day but not a single one will ever get you outta here, or take you away.
You want a throne that can never be claimed
But don't want to take the broken crown off the power in your kingdom full of fools gold, searching for a diamond in a pile full of buried hopes.

I'm ready to be released, and how do your palms like the burgundy breeze?
How poetic, everyone wants change but won't let it, get a breath until they decide that it's ready to breath.
Believe me, that's the nature of the beast.
Break it's legs and watch it try to flee, watch it hobble out of your awful reach.
Pour it's heart out in the streets and when all of this is over, sharpen your teeth so you can smile in the mirror while the rest of you depletes.