Sifting through the wreckage
All the land mines in our brains
Making feelings we can't foster
For these people gone insane
Every little reason
Plants a seed left to explode
As our conscience gets the best of us
We can never let it go
Like priests that give the meanings to the masses
The only ones to read this foreign passage
Save it for the middle ages, nothing more but so contagious
Weaving all the stories coming through
Interpretations leaving us confused
Making all excuses
We all hide beneath our beds
Like the answers to some questions
That are better left unsaid
It doesn't make a difference
Piling bodies in the dark
Pretty soon the ghosts will come for you
No matter where you are
Like priests that give the meanings to the masses
The only ones to read this foreign passage
Save it for the middle ages, nothing more but so contagious
Weaving all the stories coming through
Interpretations leaving us confused
Someone's missing, yeah someone's missing
Someone's missing, I don't know who
So is it me? Tell me if it's you
Is there someone missing? I don't know who