Before I trace out a plan in the moonlight's reflection My shadow doubles but I reflect no reaction A distant cry, a turning eye, a quick decision I make the getaway (I make the getaway) The plan will have to wait (the plan will have to wait)
Where do I need to be to get through this scene Where fear renders me so threatened? You can catch me with the floodlights on I'm surrounded, there's got to be A believer on the firing line If I have any hope to survive All my life I've seen In a maze in this place In the shadows they case While I sleep in the cloak of the Sun With crashing eyes, we both reach for our lives Holding triggers, but we are both afraid to fall Oh, we don't need a skin and bones gone
Pull your eyes out Still you're left alone In your native Skin and bones gone Pull your eyes out Still you're left alone In your native Skin and bones gone Pull eyes out Still you're alone In your native It can't be too late It's never too late
