Hand in Shove

We're keeping it hidden
Under the skin
Between some bones
Shovel in hand
We learn to bury at a low age
Ignore the traffic behind our eyes
We learn to bury at a low age
Don't mind the traffic behind our eyes
We made up the reasons
To become attached
The distant confusion
The ghost of a laugh
I have forgiven every fear
They no longer belong
They're not welcome here
We see the worst of people up in their palace
I'm where it's commplace to remain unbalanced
I've seen you wandering consumed by revenge
There you go
We see the void expand and multiply malice
When will we recognize that nothing can kill us
I've seen you mumbling something you once heard
There we were