you put yourself onto the cross and build your wounds to cover spite so i can t be the man that martyrs you tonight cause we re all paying heavy costs so leave your speeches with your soapbox we might be patient but we re still lost spitting blood and bleeding all of us just look what you ve become will you answer now to the found and to the hopeless and if i could leave this place a memory locked up with my darkest secrets i d be alright it s what we need but especially me so cover sins in rhythms beating tell the ones who once retreated we killed the beast we re all home free if home is where they wanna be count this emotion as a scar just a healed but dark reminder a long and steady marker of the holes you dug in me