of all the liars in the world sometimes the worst are your own fears we all take a beating when sadness is greedy when pain has your number where grief loves to grow i m here to believe you run with me please do intuitive order the old men all knew running and fighting jump death defying these primitive shoulders your hands sweat as your heart beats swimming and breathing we re diving with reason it s cool getting older in a pool of mistakes i m here to believe you run with me please do intuitive order the old men the old men the old men running and fighting its super exciting these primitive shoulders your hands sweat as your heart beats on breathing feels so wrong when the words come out to slay pushing hope out of the way as your sadness leads you home will you turn the scene around moving closer to the stage where your fear ends up afraid of all the liars in the world sometimes the worst are your own fears