Quiet Ballad of Ed
In shadow there lies hopeCut tension with a knifeI find it hard to copeStop playing with my lifeYou analyse my fearsAnalyse my dreamsChoke on burning tearsThrough my silent screams
Things aren’t what they seem
Tell a hundred craftsmen to work on meTell this army of angels to make me breatheOpen doors just to take away the keyI’ll let you all see that I’m doing better
Watch me fallAs I stumble at your feetAlways losing in this gameYour lies cut me deepAnd you don’t even know my nameWith your consistencyTo always make me crawlAnd my durabilityNot affected at all
Still things aren’t what they seem
Tell a hundred craftsmen to work on meTell this army of angels to make me breatheOpen doors just to take away the keyI’ll let you all see that I’m doing better
Feel the painOn my brainFeel the strainAs I start to decayFeel the strainEvery passing dayFeel the painAs I start to decay
Tell a hundred craftsmen to work on meTell this army of angels to make me breatheOpen doors just to take away the keyI’ll let you all see that I’m doing better