Pointing Fingers
Reason Define
I'm in a rut, a drought
Gasping for relief
When will it finally be
My turn to breathe so easily
You pick again
The bitter taste of blood
Some days it still tastes so sweet
Karma won't turn the other cheek
Are you aware
You put the cross on me to bear
My heart a gilded cage
From which I will escape
I won't accept the silence
Your words like puppet strings
But you won't clip these wings
The truth is on the horizon
Separating from the image I present
Who knows where she went?
Rebuild what I have left
Say his name
Ghost who haunts my dreams
You run from your crimes
You can't escape them this time
Are you aware
You put the cross on me to bear
My heart a gilded cage
From which I will escape
I won't accept the silence
Your words like puppet strings
But you won't clip these wings
The truth is on the horizon
Are you aware
You put the cross on me to bear
My heart a gilded cage
From which I will escape
I won't accept the silence
Your words like puppet strings
But you won't clip these wings
The truth is on the horizon