Lyrics

High and dry, you've got ahold of the fucking truth You've got nothing but a blank hand, don't you? In the end it's just a tired explanation And I can't sit still for the duration You raised me with my hands raised to the sky I guess there was a time I believed your ways I learned to read between the lines I learned to question what they say And it gets worse before it's over There's no truth in the clouds above, no luck in clover And I don't believe that I'd have it any other way Sunday school, at age 9 I thought that I was on the winning team Because I wanted to see it, I wanted to need it It was 9 years of holy shit, and I believed it You raised me with my hands behind my back I guess there was a time when I broke away I learned to disregard the lies I learned to question what they say And it gets worse before it's over There's no truth in the clouds above, no luck in clover And I don't believe that I'd have it any other way I won't look through your lens Tainted by intolerance And based on false morality All in the name of greed