Bystanders

Oh You wanna strip away Veracity is great But you'll bleed And all For a lukewarm embrace You serrate your face With glee Don't waste your candor On bystanders They'll watch you waste away, waste away, waste away, waste away What's the use of confessing the truth To an executioner in a booth About the dueling forces in you? Now you barely remember your youth You used to embrace the eerie and helm Visitations from spirit realms Gifted to see between astral planes now you plead to be plain A bystander Of bygone standards They'll watch you waste away, waste away, waste away, waste away, waste away Don't waste your candor On bystanders They'll watch you waste away, waste away, waste away, waste away, waste away Waste away, waste away, waste away, waste away Waste away, waste away, waste away, waste away Waste away, waste away, waste away, waste away Waste away, waste away, waste away, waste away And it's true that the truth gives you free But when truth is a breach of decree Dying for praise from a gallery Whose morality is grey And they tie all their stones to your name And they cripple your bones with their shame Honesty is the most moral way But morality is grey... Hey...