We aspire to be just like you as we fall to our knees to be grateful
If we could fake what we should believe, we'd fool you into thinking we're grateful

Take what you want from me, nobody's telling you where to go
Dont think i am so nieve to be fooled by these
smoke screens

Confess to the priest, absolve your sins that eat you little by little
The dust settles into arms of hope, I'd break if you'd fold a little

Take what you want from me, nobody's telling you where to go
Dont think i am so nieve to be fooled by these
smoke screens