The Pit

I'm marching through the branches in a fit of wanderlust To see you in a black hole reaching out for something just Silhouettes of neighbors dancing in disgust I'm sure you recognize my noise and you heard about the Pit Been told to be afraid of everything that lives within But it's much worse where you are So will you go for it? I have a feeling you might Feeling you might Somebody somewhere Will clean out your wounds With dirty fingers We'll bury the lie Somebody somewhere Will clean out your wounds We'll bury the lie Bury the lie Now we tumble down a hill to a fire with a crowd The flicker be conspicker as we bottom out The residents don't even notice the sudden shouts When your eyes can adjust and you see what's in view Discolored and distempered smiles that seen you Do you realize we were all once like you? I have a feeling you might Feeling you might Somebody somewhere Will clean out your wounds With dirty fingers We'll bury the lie Somebody somewhere Will clean out your wounds We'll bury the lie Bury the lie No, no No one comes No one goes No, no No one comes No one goes Running lies my noise and you heard about the Pit Been told to be afraid of everything that comes within We can talk about it later But I think you've given in We can talk about it later But I think you've given in I had a feeling you might Bury the lie Oh, oh