Intervention

It seems the problems are compounding
It seems the shit has piled up to my neck
I think this whole playing games is over
I think there's nothing left in the deck

I'm gonna turn the final card
I'm gonna make this really hard
I'm gonna make it all fall apart

And when there's nothing left in the bottle
And there's nothing left to doubt anymore
When there's no one left who's keeping the score
I'm gonna take the win
I'm gonna let the demons in
I'm gonna tear down the walls between us
I'm gonna be so beautiful in sin

You wouldn't have me as my purer self
I became the evil that you wished upon yourself again
The same old tired charade
The same old slow parade
With the same old out-of-tune and flat songs
Let the trumpets sound

Let the ground swell up and swallow all of us
If there's any room in the earth
If there's any room in the earth

Is there no room in the earth?
Is there no room in the earth?
Is there no room in the earth?
Is there no room in the earth?



Credits
Writer(s): James Dooley, Chris Gratien, Samhita Sunya
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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