Oh yes, I know this tension that you speak of

We're in the palm of a hand making a fist

It'd be best for one of us to speak up

But we prefer to pretend it does not exist

And you can't see past the blood on my hands

To see that you've been aptly damned

To fail and fail again

Cause we're all guilty of the same things

We think the thoughts whether or not we see them through

And I know that I have been forgiven

And I just hope you can forgive me too

So don't you dare blame me for

Prying open the door

That's unleashed the bitterness

That's here in the midst of this

Sometimes we live for no one but ourselves

And what we've been striving for

Has turned into nothing more

Than bodies limp on the floor

Victims of falling short

We kiss goodbye the cheek of our true love