By the time you saw the open gate and the cobra by the door You were half way hauled to holy ghosts, the poison of the lord In a trance you’d find him sleeping in the hallway pretty drunk How you wanted him to feel the way you felt during the war Now an insect in your boot, so you negotiate your price With a wager made in fractions, so you take another slice Oh you could feel the breath before you, one thousand angry eyes There’s a reason that you’re standing here, a reason in the fight Every time I try to run away from you I find another ransom hiding in the scope I don’t want to believe it So every time you try to hang your empty rope Another casual cost of trying to stay afloat You don’t want to believe it It starts when you stop And it stops when you start To believe that the lost cause is more than it’s costing ya So the moral of the story, are the blind leading the blind? An eraser put to history? A deletion in the files? What about all you’ve been teaching? What a laundry list of fires What a sneaky misdirection What a complicated lie Every time I try to run away from you I find another ransom hiding in the scope I don’t want to believe it So every time you try to hang your empty rope Another casual cost of trying to stay afloat You don’t want to believe it It starts when you stop And it stops when you start To believe that the lost cause is more than it’s costing ya