This is a battle, this is a courtroom,
these are lies spread on the table
reminding you that you're not able to turn your head
away from this scene; you crawl on all fours
to another busy highway, to another crying scheme
of breaking bones and breaking bread.

This is a tirual, it's every word put on display
to save your soul; an SOS call for the lines you never say.
I'm still waiting for an apology, an accessory
to another crime, another day, another life.
Everything you never did was just a fault, was never worth it,
and now, you see, you're all alone again.

I can walk the streets of a new town,
walk this sidewalk with a side walk
to never look ahead.
But to turn around to face your face engraved into the sky,
I'll just keep my eyes turned down
and never look back again.

And when the concrete dries to tell the story of my life,
maybe I can break these ties
and turn my back to pain and sleeping cries.

Once upon a time there was a liar in a grave
who turned on her side to slip away out of her breaking chains.
She could have escaped from a town wrapped around her finger
but she broke down with her mind, she threw her hope away.
And pride becomes a simple nothing around a simple something with no excuse.
But when your word is everything and verbal ammunition
is all you ever have, is all that you can use,
then maybe you're worth the breakdown...

I'm still waiting for an apology, an accessory
to another crime, another day, another life.
Everything you never did was just a fault, was never worth it,
and now, you see, you're all alone again.
I'm afraid, you see, you're all alone again.