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So lay love down
Worship ink and not the sound
Hold it out she'll come around
Electric faith will let you down

Here walking on ice again
Afraid to slip before my brothers push me in
I'm hoping to win but still
I just can't help wonder
Will it matter in the end?

At last my thoughts are creating a ladder to outside
Outside this Roman City every synapse
They can't confine

Skin cells influencing eternal mind
They've made hundreds
La Cruz descending in the palm of pharisaic dye
They've made hundreds of you

It will all be over soon enough
I've seen a moral half-breed crack a smile
It will all be over soon enough

Cradle my skull again
The aches you give can't be cured with medicine
You're letting go of what you thought was right
For what you know will soon be dead

At last my thoughts are creating a ladder to outside
Outside this Roman City every synapse
They can't confine

Skin cells influencing eternal mind
They've made hundreds
La Cruz descending in the palm of pharisaic dye
They've made hundreds of you

Skin cells influencing eternal mind
They've made hundreds
La Cruz descending in the palm of pharisaic dye
They've made hundreds of you

It will all be over soon enough
I've seen a moral half-breed crack a smile
It will all be over soon enough
So lay love down   Worship ink and not the sound   Hold it out she'll come around   Electric faith will let you down      Here walking on ice again   Afraid to slip before my brothers push me in   I'm hoping to win but still   I just can't help wonder    Will it matter in the end?      At last my thoughts are creating a ladder to outside   Outside this Roman City every synapse   They can't confine      Skin cells influencing eternal mind   They've made hundreds   La Cruz descending in the palm of pharisaic dye   They've made hundreds of you      It will all be over soon enough   I've seen a moral half-breed crack a smile   It will all be over soon enough      Cradle my skull again   The aches you give can't be cured with medicine   You're letting go of what you thought was right    For what you know will soon be dead      At last my thoughts are creating a ladder to outside   Outside this Roman City every synapse   They can't confine      Skin cells influencing eternal mind   They've made hundreds   La Cruz descending in the palm of pharisaic dye   They've made hundreds of you      Skin cells influencing eternal mind   They've made hundreds   La Cruz descending in the palm of pharisaic dye   They've made hundreds of you      It will all be over soon enough   I've seen a moral half-breed crack a smile   It will all be over soon enough