Running Joke / Paper Machete (Alive in the Catacombs)

When I was a little boy I looked under the stairs
The king and the pawns
Work all unawares
Standing in the shadows
A whisper to be
They're fishing in the darkness
Oh possibilities
Just look at you now
Yeaaaaah
Look at you now
Yeah
Ooooh
Look at you now

I'm on with style and grace
Our highest hopes
Long standing still
The running joke
Where goes the warm embrace at fate?
Without return that lives to slip through fingertips and burn

They don't care what you think anymore
It doesn't matter anyway
Joan of Arc victim perpetrator
Just a paper machete

The truth is just a piece of clay
You sculpt, you change, you hide then you erase
You think you're brave? All the plans you made
Behind my back and from far away?
Truth is face to face you're a coward
Sharp as a paper machete

Now I know you'd use anything anyone
To make yourself look clean
In sickness, no vows mean anything
So long cruelty
So long too late
So long my love is dead

Just look at you now
Oooooooh
Look at you now
Ooooooh
Look at you now
Ooooooh
Look at you now