Running Joke / Paper Machete (Alive In The Catacombs) 歌词

When I was a little boy, I looked under the stairs The king and the pawns were caught unawares Standing in the shadows, a whisperer to be Was fishing in the darkness of possibilities Just look at you now Yeah, look at you now Oh, look at you now Among such style and grace, our highest hopes None standing still, the running joke Where goes the warm embrace, it fades without return That lives to slip through fingertips and burn I don't care what you think anymore Doesn't matter anyway Joan of Arc, victim, perpetrator Just a paper machete, yeah The truth is just a piece of clay You sculpt, you change, you hide, then you erase You think you're brave? All the plans you made Behind my back and from far away Truth is, face to face, you're a coward Sharp as a paper machete, yeah Now I know you'd use anything, anyone To make yourself look clean In sickness, no vows mean anything So long, cruelty So long, too late So long, my love is dead But just look at you now, yeah Oh, look at you now, yeah Oh, look at you now, yeah Oh, look at you now, yeah Look at you now Oh, look at you now, yeah Look at you now