Desperate hands are reaching, touching every sacred   place,   And stealing until every wall is naked   I’m sick of rotting deep in denial,   Sick of running this like a trial   Should I light it up? Should I light it up and burn it to the ground?      Let us roll with the ocean   Turn our backs to the storm   Let us shine like the Morningstar   Shine like a new birth      I’ll scream my lungs out until I reach my last breath   To ease the tension deep within my aching chest      Our tongues are all split wide open to deceive   And we all know that our voices will fall away   Weak and blinded, human, born and bred to follow   Words won’t ever describe what we feel inside      I’m sick of running   Listen, this time you’re going to listen