Lyrics

Here's one immediate question, How do I really know if you're a victim always on show for these things that happen? This blood is boiled for the illusion of a game. If tried for treason, you never seem to end up being blamed.

So I look at you lately with Brutus' smile.
And although I called you close to me, I can't see you behind.

Whose back have you been stabbing and do they really know?
Intact and believing no damage is done until they feel cold.
Undressed by your incision, I'm naked and alone.
I will stand here livid under this cloud that continues to storm.