A rhythm that walks by itself
Feel them close behind
The hairs on my back on end
From what comes to mind
And my head's on a plate if I go
There's a price on my head if I don't
Gotta rip it apart and swallow once more

Leaning on a friend
To be my shining knight
We will laugh about this when
Our cuts have healed with time
There's a name on the box, I don't know
Where the spider's web ceases to grow
All the ransom paid with my soul, my soul

A life of disbelief does not make us dance
I built a society with future prospects
A life of disbelief does not make us dance
I built a society with future prospects

A life of disbelief does not make us dance
(A life of disbelief does not make us dance)
I built a society with future prospects
(I built a society with future prospects)
A life of disbelief does not make us dance
(A life of disbelief does not make us dance)
I built a society with future prospects, ah-ha
(I built a society with future prospects)