Finks

A lie that's of no aim which follows secrets bleeding to you
 Painted over beauty with tattoos of pink and blue
 Parlor games in time will rob you of the energy which loves you
 Do you see that soon I won't be able to weep for you?
 I will weep for you
 I will preach the truth but it won't be truth
 I will reach for you
 I will contact you with an outstretched will because
 Some of them are astral city slickers, shrewd and untrustworthy
 Leaving you asphyxiated, trapped in a world within
 Subtle claws have scratched the lining, leaving you hanging on to your skin
 Monitors of you monopolies, though soon they will come again
 They will turn you in
 They will turn you in and I know they will
 They will come again
 They were here before and they're after joe again
 When I get tired it always happens
 There comes a lonely man saying
 Don't walk away from those who wanna reach you
 They will reach for you
 They will reach for you
 They will reach for you
 They will reach for you