I see you watching
I see your old rusty hands
I see you drawing your lines trough the things they do
The talk and the walk and the teeth and the spaces in between
Yeah, I know how to steal, because I learned from you.

You are the rot, you are the underline,
You're the fault beneath the plan
And all you've ever built is with the coldest hands
And I was the fix, I was the anchor,
I was the card up your sleeve,
But all I ever did was wait and say please.

The moon and the sky and blood and the bones
And the rocks and the shadows on the walls
They're riddled with our faces, names,
And waste of our collective thoughts.

When we were young we shaped the world.
Like it was clay beneath our hands.
And as far as we were concerned
It was ours to damn
And now we're older, not quite so bold,
As we've got the coldest hands
As we mess things up
So do us all a favor
As come wreck our plans
Before we smash you against the walls.