Conscious Collapse

Brittle cracks and porcelain A stack of sin just shifting weight Call it what you like, I'll call it what it is It's a bit of trauma from me and mine When it hurts, conscience collapse Postulating for you, the voice that you always knew That you loved to have in you Your price to collect became a thrill Conscience collapse! Brittle cracks and porcelain A stack of sin just shifting weight Call it what you like, I'll call it what it is It's a bit of trauma from me and mine Is it working when it takes more than it gives? Is it worth it now? You take more than you give You admit your conscience collapse