Lyrics

Drag the lepers out and drown them in the sea
Counting illusion of things you wish to see
Thought you were on the list, a future for the elect
But no one's getting out of this without a breakdown

Cry until you hear another voice from the other side
Sleight your hand, until your kingdom come and crumbles into sand

Overthrow yourself if revolution's what you want
And if it cuts too deep you'll be right back at the start
You paint these pictures like you're blind and in the dark
And if we make them ours there will be nothing, and no one else

Cry until you hear another voice from the other side
Sleight your hand, until your kingdom come and crumbles into sand