[ Featuring the Graveyard Shift ]
You force my hands with righteous plans, I cave in like a beast
My horns were howlin' while you were prowlin' somewhere further east
The reckless prints of halfway stints in sin
The days have changed but where do the nights begin
In those fields we searched for shields to guard us from their shapes
Shifting hours to fuel our powers and cleanse our masks in pain
But now and then I forget where I changed
Did I build this world or simply rearrange
I can't run back home
You still got locks on your doors
And I've got room to roam
So shake me down, sew me up and take control
The grinds of excess all possess the chore of all my worlds
Sent to shiver and surely wither away in trampled chords
But I don't mind cause they won't find me here
I'll sleep on clouds and burn the atmosphere
I can't run back home
You still got locks on your doors
And I've got room to roam
So shake me down, sew me up and take control
I can't run back home
You still got locks on your doors
And I've got room to roam
So shake me down, sew me up and take control
Shake me down, sew me up, and take control
