(verse one)
 I am marching through branches in of fit of wanderlust
 I see you in a black hole reaching out for something just
 silhouettes of neighbors dancing in disgust…

I’m sure you recognize my noise and you’ve heard about the pit 
been told to be afraid of everything that lives within

but it’s much worse where you are so will you go for it?…

(pre-chorus one)
 I have a feeling you might a feeling you might…

(chorus one)
 if somebody somewhere will clean out your wounds our dirty fingers
 will bury the lie

if somebody somewhere would clean out your wounds and bury the lie…

(verse two)
now we tumble down a hill to a fire with a crowd the flicker becomes thicker as we bottom out 
the residents don’t even notice our sudden shouts…

when your eyes adjust and you see what’s in view discolored and distempered smiles that seem new do you realize they were all once like you?…

(pre-chorus two) 
I have a feeling you might a feeling you might….

(chorus two) 
if somebody somewhere will clean out your wounds our dirty fingers
 will bury the lie

if somebody somewhere would clean out your wounds and bury the lie…

(bridge) 
no
no
no one cares where no one goes

no
no
no one cares
where no one goes…

(verse three) 
you recognize my noise and you’ve heard about the pit been told to be afraid of everything that comes with it we can talk about it later but i think you’ve given in
we can talk about it later but i think you’ve given in…

(pre-chorus three) 
I had a feeling you might bury the lie…

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