"One, two, three, four

"Well the silence hasn't been broken
As we reach the point of utter disgust
As the weeks drag on, the lies unfold
The alcohol loses its touch
And I once held your
words close to my heart
With a knife protecting all of them
But now we've made our beds
in a deep, dense forest
We're sound
We'll never take the blame

"As I dig my hands in the cold, dark dirt
In a search for roots now lost forever
With one last great hope of a messiah
I check the time and
admit to the surrender terms
Remember the days
when I had a conscience?
Yeah, me neither
And I'm warning you
And I'm warning you

"That I can't seem to tell
If it's my head or the earth
that's spinning around
I can't seem to tell anymore

"I can't seem to tell
If it's my head or the earth
that's spinning around
I can't seem to tell
I can't seem to tell
If it's my head or the earth
that's spinning around"