A lie that's of no aim which follows secrets bleeding to you 

Painted over beauty with tattoos of pink and blue 

Parlor games in time will rob you of the energy which loves you 

Do you see that soon I won't be able to weep for you?



I will weep for you 

I will preach the truth but it won't be truth 

I will reach for you 

I will contact you with an outstretched will because



Some of them are astral city slickers, shrewd and untrustworthy 

Leaving you asphyxiated, trapped in a world within 

Subtle claws have scratched the lining, leaving you hanging on to your skin 

Monitors of you monopolies, though soon they will come again



They will turn you in 

They will turn you in and I know they will 

They will come again 

They were here before and they're after joe again



When I get tired it always happens 

There comes a lonely man saying 

Don't walk away from those who wanna reach you 

They will reach for you 

They will reach for you 

They will reach for you 

They will reach for you