I'll watch you sing along,
Dressed in black,
Chanting a chorus that I know lacks,
Truth from lies.
I've been learning it all while I'm on my own.

Jump back to another perfect lie.
This time,
Will you walk into my world?

And watch me,
Lose my grip from your seams.
There's a presence in the air.
A gust that guides your stare,
To the honest frame of me.

Take a step to figure out,
The different side of me.
You'll re-write what you believe.

Jump back to another perfect lie.
This time,
Will you walk into my world?

And watch me,
Lose my grip from your seams.
There's a presence in the air.
A gust that guides your stare,
To the honest frame of me.

(Oh!
This is a call to arms tonight,
A grip to the ones I love.
My conscience,
My patience,
Is running thin from all these lies.)