Quinn

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell?
Blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk-on part in the war
For a leading role in a cage?

All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away

And now my bitter hands
Cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures have
All been washed in black

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

I'm not scared of dying
I just don't want to
If I'd stop lying I'd just disappoint you
I come undone

YoHoHo

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