Is that my voice
On the air
Sing it back to me
Is that my voice
On the tape
Play it back to me
And I'll let it speak
Is that a crossing
Of a place
In another state
Holding back
Who you are
To cooperate
Show another face
Given time you learn to cover up the seams
Scissor cuts that give away your longer schemes
And paper over all the cracks you used to wear
Is it over yet?
Should I hold my breath?
But I won't sever all the ties
Unless those ghosts come plague my mind
One day you'll have to decide
If there is any theft in lies
Conceal the knives inside your coat and carry on
Until they hardly pierce your skin anymore
Does your scar tissue speak in a new tongue
Is it over yet?
Is this change permanent?
But can I sever all the ties
Those hungry ghosts that plague my mind
One day it's time to decide
If there is any theft in lies