The Empiric

We're running out of space
But falling into place
The cracks we fill no fault of ours
Although we take the blame
Did you think that you could take
The bend and then the break
With promises of gold you claimed
Were fiction yesterday?

Do you feel alive?
Don't go outside
Hold your breath
This could be the end
We're running blind
On borrowed time
Tell me my friend
Do you fear death?
Do you fear death?

The choices you made were only protecting your riches
Ignoring the signs, you buried your heads in the sand
But when this is over and we find gaps in the stitches
Let it be known you've got blood on your hands

The choices you made were only protecting your riches
Ignoring the signs, you buried your heads in the sand
But when this is over and we find gaps in the stitches
Let it be known you've got blood 
On your hands

Blood on your hands

Do you feel alive?
Don't go outside
Hold your breath
This could be the end
We're running blind
On borrowed time
Tell me my friend
Do you fear death?
Do you fear death?
Do you fear death?
Do you fear death?
Do you fear death?