Ruth, think about the hope we waste, everyday we erase
Ruthie can't hear me at all
I come home
Another story to own
This one speaks highly of you
In notes of the cruel
And lying is like murder, it's easier each time
There is only one more step towards your prize
Open their eyes, open my eyes
If we could be anything, I'm a dirty monster
Once I remember forget
Lies confess, eyes undress
Your eyes are covered in tarp
We buried your heart
And lying is like murder, it's easier each time
There's only one more step to reprisal
Open their eyes, open your eyes
I've got the sickness, I'm the protegé, I've been blessed,
I am diseased boy, catching now like all the rest
We are revenge, we are progress, we regress
Hypercynical, hypercynical, hypercynical
I dreamt murder, ending my regrets
One thing to depend on is the union of killers and liars