The perfect sacrifice is never worth your trust, and if the king's on his throne, (if the king誷 on his throne), I wouldn't be surprised if they've already drawn your ending piece by piece. (Well I'm not so) Well I'm not so sure you'll see things my way Burn. Ache. Love. Hate. Wish. Hope. Faith. Who the hell are you to tell us that we're not safe? I'm plagued with paranoia for everyday. They say the voice of God's not more than delusion; then who can help me? Then who can help me? To say... CHORUS Slow down a second, cos I誱 having trouble keeping up. I see you don't worry, (but thats just what) I expect. And if it's so hard then why don't you give in and point the blame at someone else cos you do no wrong. The perfect alibi is only perfect once, but if you don't know (if you don't know) if you don't know the score by now I think this plane is going down. (But I'm not so) But I'm not so sure you'll see things my way. Burn. Ache. Love. Hate. Wish. Hope. Faith. Who the hell are you to tell us that we're not safe? I'm plagued with paranoia for everyday. They say the voice of God's not more than a symptom; then who can help me? Then who can help me? To say... CHORUS You誺e just become; Another liar. To hold me down. And fight.