Was that somebody screaming... 
It wasn't me for sure 
I lift my head up from uneasy 
pillows 
Put my feet on the floor 
Cut my wrist on a bad thought 
And head for the door 

Outside on the pavement 
The dark makes no noise 
I can feel the sweat on my lips 
Leaking into my mouth 
I'm heading out for the steep hills 
They're leaving me no choice 

And see...as our lives are in the making 
We believe through the lies and the hating 
That love goes free 

For want of an option  [bad word] the wind 'round 
I dream pictures of houses burning 
Never knowing nothing else to do 
With [bad word] the morning 
Unannounced and new 

Was it too much to ask for 
To pull a little weight... 
They forgive anything but greatness 
These are scoundrel days 
And I'm close to calling out their names 
As pride hits my face 
See...as our lives are in the making 
We believe through their lies and the hating 
That love goes free through 
scoundrel days 

I reach the edge of town 
I've got blood in my hair 
Their hands touch my body 
From everywhere 
But I know that I've made it 
As [bad word] into the air 

And see...as our lives are in the making 
We believe through the lies and the hating 
That love goes free 
Through scoundrel days