Lying to the moon, making like you'll be just fine in the end
Lesser world consumed
How'd we fall back into this pit
This isn't real, your gardens left in flames
This isn't real; heaven is calling our names
But I am fucking finite
I am finite
Lying to the moon, making like you'll be just fine in the end
Lesser world consumed, how did we fall back here?
They say eyes can tell the truth, so what do they speak of me?
Imprisoned by our guilt, I can hear the king's apathy
We're dancing in the wind, picking glass from our knees
They say eyes can tell the truth
That explains why I can't see
I am the enemy
I am the enemy
I'm falling to pieces with your name still ringing in my ear
I can't seem to let go until after we disappear
Drank the blood from the chalice, with poison on the rim
I made myself sick but I swore I'd never be like him
Trapped by the roots of a dying tree
You planted the seed, you son of a bitch
