Lyrics

Your smile, your lips, your finger tips, they lead me here under your evil things.
My thoughts are sick, with your ignorance, it leads me here under your evil things.
And we question the ones who ask questions.
When we should question those who tell the truth.
And my thoughts are to sick not to mention.
And here comes the question.
And he asks me if I feel alive.
And I tell him that I do think so.
And he asks me if I?ve ever died.
And I tell him the end is now.
Your politics, your insolence, it leads me here under your evil things.
My thoughts are sick, with your innocence, it leads me here under your evil things.
And the question is lost.
They?ve come to get me, they?ve come to get mine.
To the books that we?ve tossed.
They don?t ask the questions, but they answer all the lies.
And to the sympathetic sorrows, and to the sympathy, and to the sympathy.
I don?t know what to do.
But I?ll ask the question.
And he asks me if I feel alive.
And I tell him that I do think so.
And he asks me if I?ve ever died.
And I tell him the end is now.
He slowly opens the door, our eyes are fixed.
He gently gestures to one of us here.
Speaking harshly.
There?s nothing left to do, no one left to answer to my dear.
The thoughts are all clear.
The end is near, the end is now.
I?ve tried, I?ve died, I will.
And I will be saved.