be cast aside for crimes that were pure only to find you re empty handed once more and i i ll be a believer of the truth in wine you can t tell me anymore these understatements will surround me with with ivory and lore i m fixed ready to stand surrounded breath in these flames we ll rise from the ground and once more my crimes were pure we all end up empty handed once more and i ll be a believer still empty handed no more ridiculed for always asking why no more ridiculed for always asking why we appose every right can we ingest the night and hang it on our hopes why hang it on everything why waste it on anything why hang it on everything just watch we re both becoming empty handed