Blood for profit Gotta stop it. The consequence, supposed Turmoil hits and old time goes The hours flow As above, so we crow No escape, so bellow What runs through my mind Six of swords, a rusted hilt in the throat of a choir Paper verdicts, smoke in the rafters A million split routes down to the river Every one asking for the same kind of weather Come today now lets play [Bridge] Cut the feed, watch the numbers blink Hands in the sink, staring at the ink This endless chase, a hollow win We count the cost, but where do we begin? [Transition to acoustic] The hours flow As above, so we crow No escape, so bellow What flows through my mind Common ground is going down The light it makes me glow Like a lifetime to know without the need to know The future grows Miscommunication misconstrued A pile of lifetimes all unused I'm not done yet and I have no regret lets do it I'll take that bet
