This is the sound of a place
Shouting over us
This is my will of steel slowly but surely beginning to rust
This is my pulse, through the roof
I can't stand my ground
This is for someone who said they'd be here but is never around
This is a smile, full of fangs
Too scared to tear you in two
This is a fear of precisely just what my fury could do
Cover them up, with parched lips
Save your breath
You are sure to be rapidly gasping one moment to next
But I believe, I believe, I believe
Faith slips straight through my fingers like water but I still believe
This is the skin of a snake
That shed these days long ago
And I share the same scales on my skin which I still have yet to let go
And this is me
With no faith, no magic, no straightforward way to get free
But I believe, I believe, I believe
Faith slips straight through my fingers like water but I still believe
I believe, I believe, I believe
Faith slips straight through my fingers like water but I still believe