Spectators see what they want to see
Lift this veil and show us what we fear to speak
Lift this veil and show us what we want to see
Daggers behind closed doors instead of the [bad word] forth all traitors, the daggers need a place to be
We have confused love and 
We have confused crime and passion
We are the creatures of habit and our habits have us lost and loveless
Archers draw their bows without any arrows
Armed to the teeth with ideas and not an ear in sight to hear our tales, to hear our stories
Pick up your arrows were going hunting for the [bad word] No nostalgia will get in our way