Retcon
It is happening again
These eyes in my brain
These marks on my skin
A voice with no name
If I'm just a patsy
A lamb for the slaughter
To testify reason
To damn your sons and your daughters
It is happening again
These eyes in my brain
These marks on my skin
Oh but who's to blame
But look who is peaking
Behind bloody curtains
To justify reason
To mask the sins of the father
Skimming the pages of your life
Blacking out what you don't like
Rip them out, we will rip them out
Eyes, tongue and ears
You were never really here
Something lingers in the corner
Something stands at the foot of my bed
It sits on my chest
It wants my
Wants my
Wants my soul
(Wants my soul)
Memory, such a fickle thing
Carve thy skin
A memento for me
What they don't know can not hurt us
Lest we forget
What time will show us
Who holds the camera?
Who holds the tape?
Remember it your way
You know what that makes
Who holds the camera?
Who holds the tape?
The one pointing fingers
Ghosts caught in the frame
Who holds the camera?
Who holds the tape?
The check has been made
Cause it's their game we play
Who holds the camera?
Who holds the tape?
The breakdown is coming
Or they fucked with your brain
Who holds the camera?
Who holds the tape?
Rose-tinted glasses
But it's my world erased
Who holds the camera?
Who holds the tape?
Wiped from your conscious
But it's my soul that breaks
Who holds the camera?
Who holds the tape?
Remember it your way
You know what that makes
Who holds the camera?
Who holds the tape?
Remember it your way
But we know who's to blame
Poking and prodding
Is not that much better
When the light has changed
But the touch stays the same
Can we pick up the pieces
To put back together
The parts of ourselves
That we left in the rubble
How can we ever
Reap what was stolen
Another one for the taking
Another one for the slaughter
Something lingers in the corner
Something stands at the foot of my bed
It sits on my chest
(sits on my chest)
It wants my
Wants my
Wants my soul
(Wants my soul)
How can we ever reap what was stolen?
Murder flies south in the sowing season
A sin that can never ever be forgiven
It is happening again
It is happening again
It is happening again
It is happening again
Who holds the camera?
Who holds the tape?
Remember it your way
You know who's to blame
Who holds the camera?
Who holds the tape?
Remember it your way
You know
(What that makes)
(I don't think you are
who you really are)
(I don't think you are
who you really are)
These eyes in my brain
These marks on my skin
A voice with no name
If I'm just a patsy
A lamb for the slaughter
To testify reason
To damn your sons and your daughters
It is happening again
These eyes in my brain
These marks on my skin
Oh but who's to blame
But look who is peaking
Behind bloody curtains
To justify reason
To mask the sins of the father
Skimming the pages of your life
Blacking out what you don't like
Rip them out, we will rip them out
Eyes, tongue and ears
You were never really here
Something lingers in the corner
Something stands at the foot of my bed
It sits on my chest
It wants my
Wants my
Wants my soul
(Wants my soul)
Memory, such a fickle thing
Carve thy skin
A memento for me
What they don't know can not hurt us
Lest we forget
What time will show us
Who holds the camera?
Who holds the tape?
Remember it your way
You know what that makes
Who holds the camera?
Who holds the tape?
The one pointing fingers
Ghosts caught in the frame
Who holds the camera?
Who holds the tape?
The check has been made
Cause it's their game we play
Who holds the camera?
Who holds the tape?
The breakdown is coming
Or they fucked with your brain
Who holds the camera?
Who holds the tape?
Rose-tinted glasses
But it's my world erased
Who holds the camera?
Who holds the tape?
Wiped from your conscious
But it's my soul that breaks
Who holds the camera?
Who holds the tape?
Remember it your way
You know what that makes
Who holds the camera?
Who holds the tape?
Remember it your way
But we know who's to blame
Poking and prodding
Is not that much better
When the light has changed
But the touch stays the same
Can we pick up the pieces
To put back together
The parts of ourselves
That we left in the rubble
How can we ever
Reap what was stolen
Another one for the taking
Another one for the slaughter
Something lingers in the corner
Something stands at the foot of my bed
It sits on my chest
(sits on my chest)
It wants my
Wants my
Wants my soul
(Wants my soul)
How can we ever reap what was stolen?
Murder flies south in the sowing season
A sin that can never ever be forgiven
It is happening again
It is happening again
It is happening again
It is happening again
Who holds the camera?
Who holds the tape?
Remember it your way
You know who's to blame
Who holds the camera?
Who holds the tape?
Remember it your way
You know
(What that makes)
(I don't think you are
who you really are)
(I don't think you are
who you really are)
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Writer(s): Jayci Kaufman
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