The stand-in will suffice, I suppose
A tunnel painted on a brick wall
And when the crowd arrives in droves
They don't question the depth at all
I got a weak heart
So I've heard
I wouldn't know because it hasn't said a word
All these winters
Not a sound
It probably never had a chance to thaw out
You don't touch what you want to survive
So this distance is keeping me alive
Until the ones that have loved me are dead
I will hold my breath and pray that my aim is true
The meat sits in my blind spot
The maze around it is the meal I want
The meat sits in my blind spot
Hallelujah, got a trophy kill
Maybe the flesh will have its day
Maybe the meaning will not get in the way
God saves every third person
But he won't help us if we help ourselves
A tunnel painted on a brick wall
And when the crowd arrives in droves
They don't question the depth at all
I got a weak heart
So I've heard
I wouldn't know because it hasn't said a word
All these winters
Not a sound
It probably never had a chance to thaw out
You don't touch what you want to survive
So this distance is keeping me alive
Until the ones that have loved me are dead
I will hold my breath and pray that my aim is true
The meat sits in my blind spot
The maze around it is the meal I want
The meat sits in my blind spot
Hallelujah, got a trophy kill
Maybe the flesh will have its day
Maybe the meaning will not get in the way
God saves every third person
But he won't help us if we help ourselves
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