| Light changes shape |
| From the side of the glass |
| Power lines divide us all |
| I see you all strung up |
| In someone else’s light |
| A path you’re forced to walk |
| A fight you’re forced to fight |
| There’s nothing noble there |
| 'Cause you been put on the line |
| A sudden war to wage |
| It’s meant to twist your spine |
| It’s hidden well beneath |
| The ruse of such good times |
| The underlyer is the reason |
| Why we live or die |
| The stakes are higher now |
| Than anybody knows |
| They’re there to take you in |
| Or let it come to blows |
| If I feel it coming on |
| And I’m just beside myself |
| I cannot go another day |
| I never lose control |
| Two thirds of my own soul |
| To re-divide another way |
| Light changes shape |
| From the side of the glass |
| Power lines divide our soul |
| The path to justice is |
| Covered in sad goodbyes |
| A fleeting memory |
| A piece of your old life |
| It’s not your game to play |
| But still you hold the dice |
| And now you’ve got the gun |
| To cast in your own light |
| If I feel it coming on |
| And I’m just beside myself |
| I cannot go another day |
| And I never lose control |
| Two thirds of my own soul |
| To re-divide another way |
| If something’s painted white |
| It’s never what it seems |
| A passing glance another chance |
| To show you what it means |
| If something’s painted black |
| Well then who holds the brush? |
| It’s not your creation now? |
| It’s not your creation now? |
| If I feel it coming on |
| And I’m just beside myself |
| I cannot go another day |
| And I never lose control |
| Two thirds of my own soul |
| To re-divide another way |