The Pit

I'm marching through branches in a fit of wanderlust

I see you in a black hole reaching out for something just

Silhouettes of neighbors dancing in disgust

I'm sure you recognize my noise and you've heard about the pit

Been told to be afraid of everything that lives within

But it's much worse where you are, so will you go for it

I have a feeling you might

Feeling you might

If somebody somewhere

Will clean out your wounds

Our dirty fingers

Will bury the lie

Somebody somewhere

Will clean out your wounds

And bury the lie

Bury the lie

Now we tumble down a hill to a fire with a crowd

The flicker becomes thicker as we bottom out

The residents don't even notice our sudden shouts

When your eyes adjust and you see what's in view

Discolored and distempered smiles that seem new

Do you realize they were all once like you

I have a feeling you might

Feeling you might

If somebody somewhere

Will clean out your wounds

Our dirty fingers

Will bury the lie

Somebody somewhere

Will clean out your wounds

And bury the lie

Bury the lie

No, no

No one cares where no one goes

No, no

No one cares where no one goes

You recognize my noise and you heard about the pit

Been told to be afraid of everything that comes with it

We can talk about it later, but I think you've given in

We can talk about it later, but I think you've given in

I had a feeling you might

Bury the lie