كلمات This Theory: Repeating

It was only a matter of time Before the taps were leaked The last breath of security is taken And the mask is removed It was this revealing moment That would determine my fate And the tracking would continue either way A standard for good, and too for evil Brought me home to a bottle But not enough was it to hide As I am one to throw stones Brought me home to a bottle But not enough was it to hide As I am one to throw stones It was this revealing moment That would determine my fate And the tracking would continue either way A standard for good, and too for evil Brought me home to a bottle But not enough was it to hide As I am one to throw stones And when the spirit of these walls That contain my life Inch closer and closer together I can hear my name as it's called