Kill the Itch

You're shaking the hands of every stranger around
You're bruised in the head, go ahead and hide it with your crown

You're blaming the ones you fought, now buried underground
You're living off what you see in the lost and the found

Building a bridge without a single glitch
You're in need of a stitch from trying to kill the itch

It's not about your drip of honey
(We're craving for what's burning inside)
It's not about your blood-filled money
(We're the sound of what's been boiling inside)

You wake to see if your own head's still in place
You're caught up with numbers, running like rats in race

You're faking the figures just to fit into the frame
Oh, much like a stranger to yourself, what's there to claim?

Building a bridge without a single glitch
You're in need of a stitch from trying to kill the itch

It's not about your drip of honey
(We're craving for what's burning inside)
It's not about your blood-filled money
(We're the sound of what's been boiling inside)

Building a bridge without a single glitch
You're in need of a stitch from trying to kill the itch

It's not like I need you to hear me
(We're craving for what's burning inside)
It's not like I need you to find me
(We're the sound of what's been crawling inside)
It's not about your drip of honey
(We're screaming for what's burning inside)
It's not about your blood-filled money
(We're the sound of what's been drowning inside)