who grabbed the matches
who burned the map
who let the walls
slip through the crack
the blues and reds
of an orchestrated flame
both burn together
both are to blame
but I don't care
anymore
the only thing
I know for sure

they turned our diamonds back into coal
and death will make a fool of us all
when I'm six feet under my stone will read
our hero's were villains we just had the same greed
we left our hearts to rot in the rain
we got too consumed playing Franklin's game
the wind blew the ground from beneath our feet
we wrote down the rules so that we can cheat

In a room
sits a man
dark in mind
pen in hand
we're all crooks
of our own device
some burn bones
and others pipes
In a cage
waits a truth
it's a monster
and so are you

they turned our diamonds back into coal
and death will make a fool of us all
when I'm six feet under my stone will read
our hero's were villains we just had the same greed
we left our hearts to rot in the rain
we got too consumed playing Franklin's game
the wind blew the ground from beneath our feet
we wrote down the rules so that we can cheat