Void (The Winning Hand)

Someplace grand
Closed for the rest
Fit with a wall
A prize for the last

Oh I've been all the names
That I wished would show up
Now I've seen all the plans
That I tried so bold

Can't you see
We're wearing the winning hand
If we clear our souls
From blood and scorn
And the times we live

Someplace clean
You wanna keep it that way
To slowly die
As you run out of luck

Oh I've dreamed all the lives
That I chose to believe
Now I've leapt all the stairs
That I thought would begin

Can't you see
We're wearing the winning hand
If we clear our souls
From blood and scorn
And the times we live

Can't you see
We're wearing the winning hand
If we clear our souls
From blood and scorn
And the times we live

Can't you see
We're wearing the winning hand
If we stair our souls
With the exchanging scorn
And the times we live