The Listening - Eyes Set to Kill

Strike the ground

There’s not a message in the sound

Hold out your hands

When your God’s not listening.

Best believe, best believe

You’ll be systematically

Placed to die tomorrow

With a taste, so sweet

It could drain the sorrow, the sorrow.

We’re living through your eyes

But inside we start to die

We count our losses.

Strike the ground

There’s not a message in the sound

Hold out your hands

When your God’s not listening

The common ground of a modern day escape

Is calling for the listening.

You can’t pull your way

Through the same situations

Time and time again

You place your pawns in straight lines

Alone to buy time

Will we find the end, find the end?

We’re living through your eyes

But inside we start to die

We count our losses.

Making the wrong moves

Hoping you’ll make them right

We raise our voices in time.

Strike the ground

There’s not a message in the sound

Hold out your hands

When your God’s not listening

The common ground of a modern day escape

Is calling for the listening.

Where will you turn

When your God has abandoned you?

Where will you turn

When he leaves you to die?

Where will you turn

When your God has abandoned you?

Where will you turn

When he leaves you to die?

We pray for God

Strip the structure

Scratch it out

We praise empty skies.

Strike the ground

There’s not a message in the sound

Hold out your hands

When your God’s not listening

The common ground of a modern day escape

Is calling for the listening.

We’re living through your eyes

But inside we start to die.