Yeah, it seems over
But it never meant what it seemed
And I'm open 'till late
But you never show up for free
You give no chances to release
And you give no chances to believe
So chances are
That I might lose my mind
Or even thrive on misleading pretense
On visions of death
On daily crimes
I may be blind,I may be unkind
But your blame is unwelcome in my mind
The sun shines
On my stolen knife
Redemption bleeds
Under your knees
Your ceremony's set up for chances
Of the unknown
So i deliver my senses to an absent attender
In your dome
I might be late, I might be on time
But your train doesn't stop in my town
The sun shines
On my stolen knife
Redemption bleeds
Under your knees