We were young taking western drugs in metaphors and faith
On my wrist where the oils split was a blessing meant for change
They spoke about all the worldly crowds and the water in their veins
And the marks they missed were catalysts for the hell that must be paid
So they gathered 'round to bleed this out and purge the ones who run
Cause the shape they're in is reflected with a behavior you can't trust
When it's time to tear this place apart
And burn the gardens of my heart
I'll need someone that I can trust
Cause the scarlet cord that bears my name
Is hanging out this window frame
And I've got nowhere else to run
So we bowed our heads and prepared ourselves for another day ahead
Just hoping that we could stay the course every time we left our beds
We drove the roads comatose building the campaign
Like summoned ghosts you barely know with a message to explain
Behind our doors our souls were poor from the knowledge we were taught
The ditch at the end that we all fell in was as far we ever got
I'll pretend to remain innocent