follow the current through the city that lies in ruins
bottle is washed up but the message is missing
pay the price of admission
haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors
till i step through the window
coat of feathers sweeping out of view
let conscience be so judged
arrows with strings flung from below
striking and reeling you in
seeing which side you're in
fell back into the ditch i dug
and doing the things i normally do
pay the price of admission
haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors
till i step through the window
doing the things that i do