I canÔÇÖt feel the warmth from the gestures that are false
The hand feeds me stabs me from behind
As the blade inches in you donÔÇÖt even begin
To think that IÔÇÖd be one to do the same
WeÔÇÖre all alone and there is only one throne
So come on tell me that you really are my friend
You hold me a story that I told
Who wouldnÔÇÖt trust a person if they said it was true
You believe when IÔÇÖm thinking that you lie
Because I do all the time and so does everybody else
I canÔÇÖt feel the warmth from the gestures that are false
The hand feeds me stabs me from behind
I found myself lost on a straight and narrow course
If you canÔÇÖt see it then you must be blind
