Oh yes, I know this tension that you speak of
We're in the palm of a hand making a fist
It'd be best for one of us to speak up

But we prefer to pretend it does not exist

And you can't see past the blood on my hands

To see that you've been aptly damned
To fail and fail again


Cause we're all guilty of the same things
We think the thoughts whether or not we see them through
And I know that I have been forgiven

And I just hope you can forgive me too

So don't you dare blame me for

Prying open the door
That's unleashed the bitterness
That's here in the midst of this

Sometimes we live for no one but ourselves

And what we've been striving for

Has turned into nothing more
Than bodies limp on the floor
Victims of falling short

We kiss goodbye the cheek of our true love