Backing down from battlegrounds of dissonance, Turned around experiments in life and love and hate. Rarely been through, but always took the bait. Reeled in for a prize upon the wall.
They always ask, but I never know, Always ask, but I never know, Always ask, but I never know what to say. So, I'm backing down.
Hear the sound of baying hounds, Of visionaries, Tearing down the rudiments of everybody's fate. Like a fender on a broken car, Knocked around, Driven too far to stand alone for another day.
They always ask, but I never know, Always ask, but I never know, Always ask, but I never know what to say. So, I'm backing down.
Don't look to me for answers now, A wounded sage can't tell you how. With wisdom false and battle cries, That lead you to no greater heights. Lean hard into the warmth of life, Spend no time on love, Lean hard into the warmth of life, Spend you time on love. spend your tim on love.
Falling down a broken path, The bells they ring. The trumpets sound to herald in the nothing king. The walls they crumble like broken souls, the vines are choking the kings of old. The ground is cracked, the taste of water, foreign as the light of day.
They always ask, but I never know, Always ask, but I never know, Always ask, but I never know what to say. So, I'm backing down.