| This train don’t stop at the Stations of the Cross
|
| No reasons left to believe
|
| Trying to stay awake, gave yourself a caffeine headache
|
| To hide the taste of sleep
|
| In choosing to forget you cut away the safety net
|
| That holds your heart, holds your heart
|
| And you go in search of youth touching up your empire roots
|
| But these days we don’t know how to march
|
| Satisfied with a knife in your spine, you’re bloodless
|
| So tell me again, what am I feeling?
|
| You know me so well, so what am I feeling?
|
| And how can you tell? |
| I’ve got a feeling
|
| You don’t know
|
| We think that we’re the ones we’re the bright unconquered suns
|
| Wait a while we’ll watch the light grow stale
|
| And we smell so very clean, but we’re the oil in this machine
|
| And this machine, this machine is going wrong
|
| So choose your sides, when it comes to the fight you’re bloodless
|
| So tell me again, what am I feeling?
|
| You know me so well, so what am I feeling?
|
| And how can you tell? |
| I’ve got a feeling
|
| You don’t know
|
| You choose your side but in the fight
|
| I see your blood run white, your blood run white
|
| And I’ve seen it all before and I see it again
|
| And I see it again, so what am I feeling?
|
| You know me so well, so what am I feeling?
|
| And how can you tell? |
| I’ve got a feeling
|
| You don’t know
|
| So tell me again now, what am I feeling?
|
| You know me so well, so what am I feeling
|
| And how can you tell? |
| I’ve got a feeling
|
| And I see it again, so what am I feeling?
|
| You know me so well, so what am I feeling?
|
| And how can you tell? |
| I’ve got a feeling
|
| You don’t know |