Where's the lesson God?   You're tearing off the wings of all my unprotected dreams for nothing   I'll keep holding on   But I'm running out of nails over everything that's ever failed within me      Stop the ageing soon   Because I'm running out of time at the very point I need the clock behind me   Alone in this room   When nothing should be taking from the cleanness of the break I'm making      It never falls in your hands   You get a page of the big plan   In a world that injects grey   If you still keep your head straight   In a world that protects bland   Big noise from a small band   Take the knives at the back door   And fill the clubs to the four walls      You'll fill the clubs to the four walls…      Here's the justice God   I'm sifting through the words and re-arranging them in verse for someone   I might be alone   But I'm praying for the spark that might illuminate the dark for someone      It never falls in your hands   You get a page of the big plan   In a world that injects grey   If you still keep your head straight   In a world that protects bland   Big noise from a small band   Take the knives at the back door   And fill the clubs to the four walls      Is it really worth it?   You know it's worth the sacrifice of everything      It doesn't come to us all   You get a buzz when the track falls   In a time that expects grace   You can cry if you're first place   In a world that protects fools   From the day that you leave school   You take the bribes at the back door   And fill the clubs to the four walls      It never falls in your hands   You get a page of the big plan   In a world that injects grey   If you still keep your head straight   In a world that protects bland   Big noise from a small band   Take the knives at the back door   And fill the clubs to the four walls   You'll fill the clubs to the four walls      Is it really worth it?   You know it's worth the sacrifice of everything