Siren
In a prison of my own design
The cards are stacked so high
Got a plan to escape but I'm losing strength
Feel it all slipping away
Getting in is the easy way
Leaving is hard
It's harder to find your way out
Got a secret so lonely in my head
I think it needs a friend
With a platform collecting sheep
Sheep that need a wolf
Not a lie if we believe it's true
Trust me, trust me
Need an audience for this to grow
It needs to be heard
It needs to be seen to believe
You're on your own
Stop searching for
Rocks to stand with your siren song
Sinking ships that are passing along
Pride and lies that you masked with a gun
Tell me is this
Really how you hoped it all would become
Sticks and stones they may break my bones
Through pain come healing
Ignorance it is bliss they say
Though truth... it is the light
Your cutting lies will never break these ties
Trust me... trust me
Your fool's gold should be left at home
You need to go home
Some thoughts should just die where they lie
You're on your own
Stop searching for
Rocks to stand with your siren song
Sinking ships that are passing along
Pride and lies that you masked with a gun
Tell me is this
Really how you hoped it all would become
The cards are stacked so high
Got a plan to escape but I'm losing strength
Feel it all slipping away
Getting in is the easy way
Leaving is hard
It's harder to find your way out
Got a secret so lonely in my head
I think it needs a friend
With a platform collecting sheep
Sheep that need a wolf
Not a lie if we believe it's true
Trust me, trust me
Need an audience for this to grow
It needs to be heard
It needs to be seen to believe
You're on your own
Stop searching for
Rocks to stand with your siren song
Sinking ships that are passing along
Pride and lies that you masked with a gun
Tell me is this
Really how you hoped it all would become
Sticks and stones they may break my bones
Through pain come healing
Ignorance it is bliss they say
Though truth... it is the light
Your cutting lies will never break these ties
Trust me... trust me
Your fool's gold should be left at home
You need to go home
Some thoughts should just die where they lie
You're on your own
Stop searching for
Rocks to stand with your siren song
Sinking ships that are passing along
Pride and lies that you masked with a gun
Tell me is this
Really how you hoped it all would become
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Rea
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