Lyric

On a stage of blinding, square light

The star of the show, a new sacrifice each night

The crowd stays hidden, with no face, with no name

Clutching their stones in this righteous game

What are your fingers searching for in the gloom?

To fill up the cracks in your empty room?

If you just cram it with somebody's pain

Do you feel better, or is it all in vain?

Pulling the trigger with your words like a knife

Don't you feel empty from the roaring applause?

With no face to see and no shadow to cast

With those hands that judged someone else's whole life

What will you hold when tomorrow comes fast?

Yesterday's hurricane dies without a sound

Everyone's waiting for the next thing to hound

The flowers of tears that bloom on burnt ground

Are simply ignored by the crowd all around

Haunted by ghosts of what "everyone" says

Scared if you don't wave the same flag they raise?

Those words that you shouted, lost in the haze

Were they what you truly meant in these days?

Pulling the trigger with your words like a knife

Don't you feel empty from the roaring applause?

With no face to see and no shadow to cast

With those hands that judged someone else's whole life

What will you hold when tomorrow comes fast?

The hand that is striking, the cheek that will bleed

Don't you know the blood flows the very same shade?

Why do we always forget this simple creed?

Safe in the room that our apathy made

Is that knife of words meant to keep you from harm?

But the rust from its blade will poison your soul

With no love, no passion, just hollow alarm

With those hands that judged and then lost all control

Can you save your own future and make yourself whole?