A little disturbance under the surface
To show you the way back home
And know that you can't stay here
And everything you've loved
And everything you've seen
I'm caught in a world of misbelief
But these are the dreams that help me see
The heart beat, pain that hurts the most
But who would I be without these guns?
And all of the lies that I've received
Create and dictate the shape of me
And tear my soul and give my heart
But who would I be without
And sooner or later I'll dig a crater
For you to get lost inside
for all that you came here for
And everything you've loved,
and everything you've seen
Caught in a lie you may believe,
Hold me where it hurts the most
Who would I be without these gloves?
All of the lies that I've received
Create and dictate the shape of me
Expel my soul and build my home
the fate of a few commissions
Shouldn't be enough to throw you off,
But these are the dreams that help me see
A heartbeat when it hurts the most
But who would I be without this ghost?
All of the lies that I've received
Create and dictate the shape of me
They tear my soul and build my house
But who would I be without these ghosts?
The time I saw one build my hopes
But who would I be without these ghosts?
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