so many virtues, so many ideals
so many causes you give them to hate you
i feel as if its not i that has suffered
i know its my voice
laughing in the dark
*chorus*
how to align these ripples of a lifetime
a mystery built out of breaking backs
and i can feed it to the bone,
to your very ear drums
you can lead a horse to water
but i can't teach it to die
it seems as if ill have to tear away
the skin off the backs of these martyrs
i used to hold under the surface
to make peace with this sense of failure
with this collective of traitors
with this army of languages
*chorus*
how to align these ripples of a lifetime
a mystery built out of breaking backs
and i can feed it to the bone,
to your very ear drums
you can lead a horse to water
but i can't teach it to die
lets break their fingers
and wrap them around their own necks
and swallow the poinson they produce
like i swallowed all the lies
that i made you choke on
this mirror of conflicts being smashed into fragments
of cold clear shadows dancing in the electric light
this fear of over confidence, the spite of success
the resentment of greatness, the envy to create
all for the revenge of emotional distress
*chorus*
how to align these ripples of a lifetime
a mystery built out of breaking backs
and i can feed it to the bone,
to your very ear drums
you can lead a horse to water
but i can't teach it to die
