Your wrapped around her finger,
but were was she when we fought the war,
everyone wants to call you friend
Just so they can see them themselves in you Now Your coast is clear,
but your mind is suicidal,
blood is flowing from the winepress
as high as a horses bridle, And they want you because their friends want you,
And theyll try to carve their names in you,
but to them you are immuned,
immuned, Now you cut through the mumble jumble,
because youre tougher than the rest,
Yea you know what it feels like to really bleed,
youre tired of living in fear
you know where it went wrong
yea theyre gonna pay the piper,
youve been tried by fire,
no your not just a preacher,
we all know you want to touch her ,
youre hiding behind the choir,