Poison For The Well

every word's a weapon

and every lie we tell

one more drop of blood

like poison for the well

the truth is overrated

with the martyr on the rack

look at you, you're bargaining

with the knife behind your back

and with day after day after day

you play on - play on (your games)

and with day into night into day

you play on - play on pretending

shield your eyes and stare into the sun

you're not the only one

to wish yourself away from here

as fast as you can run

and with day after day after day

you play on - play on (your games)

and with night after night after night

you carry on - carry on as if... nothing's wrong