now that we've crossed 
those bridges
where can [bad word] 
we look behind us
and we all tore them down
once i thought you were 
sincere
but now i know you
better than ever
scars forever

now that you've shown 
your hand
your desperate round
your [bad word] and i can't help you now
and i thought signs were 
there
but you were sleeping
don't screem at the sky
the sun sets on you now

you take care of yourself 
and your black heart
and sell me down the 
river
sell me down the river
sell me down the...
as you twist in the 
breeze
hung out to dry
the writing thunders
and no one here is blind
once i thought you were 
sincere
but now i know you
better than ever
scars forever