I steal from the beggars' empty plate
Give to the fat man
I dance in the halls of the nearly insane
Pray to god
That is vacant again
Dark is the shadow filled with prejudice, no pride
Worn out and welcome, his truth birthing lies
A whisper now speaks what words use to say
Fallen from grace
Luster this way
Burning bridges light my way
And while the rain keeps comin down
A rope of hopes to thin to climb
The night is closin in
We're down the bottom of the well
Burning bridges light my way
Burning bridges light my way
Burning bridges light my way
