Strings

In and out of phase
 The clock winds up the nations hands
 Falling on disgrace
 Watching pragmatists have plans
 Bringing down the face
 The woman hides the strings of death
 Stepping down the maze
 A broken life will bind a broken man
 In and out of phase
 The clock winds up the nations hands
 Falling on disgrace
 Watching pragmatists have plans
 To bringing down the face
 The woman hides the strings of death
 Stepping down the maze
 A broken life will bind a broken man
 In and out of phase
 The clock winds up the nations hands
 Falling on disgrace
 Watching pragmatists have plans
 To bringing down the face
 The woman hides the strings of death
 Stepping down the maze
 A broken life will bind a broken man
 A second hand can sell to a fading sense of self
 The wares and tools to break and make another hell
 The blindness we hide inside will make us carry more
 Empty cans and useless monuments of wealth
 And we could hold hands
 Bring back the sea
 And we could stand up
 We could believe