Lies, the poisoned truth
Weighs heavier than lead
Still we hold the strain on broken backs
The writing, it’s up there on the wall
Words full of contempt
They serve as armor and our fear
Twist and turn the phrase pervert it to the core
Let implications be the virtue and the whore
We have reached an impasse
This is a dead-end street
We are in deadlock
We have reached an impasse
This is a dead-end street
We are in deadlock
Intent is the water down a drain
Washed away for good
But pain still lingers
The now is not always black or white
Still grey is not the shade
We hide behind the tapestry of time
Hate and burn ideas and nail them to a board
Crush all intentions let the plough become a sword
We have reached an impasse
This is a dead-end street
We are in deadlock
We have reached an impasse
This is a dead-end street
We are in deadlock
(What we’ve got here is, failure? Some man that just can’t reach)
We have reached an impasse
This is a dead-end street
We are in deadlock
We have reached an impasse
This is a dead-end street
We are in deadlock
