We Are Bound

A slip of a tongue and fist

A slight of a hand like this

Touch of the fingertips

Ghost of a note we skipped

We are bound

We are falling through you

We are bound

We are falling through

Moment of bitter bliss

Licking our Judas lips

Throwing the timeless fit

With tongues of a fire we'd lit

We are bound

We are falling through you

We are bound

We are falling through

We follow sons amiss

The sons of the counterfeits

The devil has called me from inside

We are bound

We are falling through

Counterfeit sons

Counterfeit sons

Counterfeit sons