We have waited for hours upon hoursIn this murder office holding our breath to just be noticedWe want to be usedI have a feeling that we have fed the bulletsEnough to rain the roses on all the mass productionOur time for war has comeHere is where I standBroken bones meet blistered handsWeâre cutting open woundsto save a seat for youIn the clinic we are pulling needles throughAnd even when everything has gone bareWhen thereâs nothing left but staticAnd nothing to hearWell be here to rock you to sleep and to guide youBut at the moment theres nothing but liesFake friendships and broken tiesAnd in the end well all beginWith some things thought and some things saidHere is where I standBroken bones meet blistered handsWeâre cutting open woundsto save a seat for youIn the clinic we are (pause) throughYour eyes through your faceThereâs a killer thereâs a deeper spot in spaceThatâs pulling routine downThatâs killing precious soundIn a tidal wave of maybes and regretsAnd in the morning we saw you when the sun comes up againAnd I will be youWe have waited for hours upon hoursIn this murder office holding our breath to just be noticedWe want to be usedI have a feeling that we have fed the bulletsEnough to rain the roses on all the mass productionOur time for warAnd here is where I standBroken bones meet blistered handsWeâre cutting open woundsto save a seat for youIn the clinic we are pulling needles throughYour eyes through your faceThereâs a killer thereâs a deeper spot in spaceThatâs pulling routine downThatâs killing precious soundIn a tidal wave of maybes and regrets… Cassio Bouvier =]