Machiavellianites

Hey, something troubled the skin

Pulling us down, dominating us

Pain and incomparable fright

Falling slave to the tune of these Machiavellianites

I don't know what to be thinking

Trust in the eyes of Delilah

I don't know what we were thinking

Oh, okay

Take a second to breathe

There it is, clouding my mind in bliss

The feeling I once wore lost to the new souls I can't dismiss

There it is, proud as a rose in bloom

Grains like a cancer holding the answer we still pursue

I don't know what to be thinking

Trust in the eyes of Delilah

I don't know what we were thinking

Oh, okay

Take a second to breathe

Tell me what you want, I'm finding every word a dagger more

Cut upon the nerves you batter, pale the sense of stellar war

Tell me what you want, I'm shaken, torn by every turn in you

Try and find the lines to calm this heavy slip of steady view

What are we thinking?

What to believe in?

What are we thinking?

Oh, okay

Take a second to breathe