I steal from the beggars empty plate
And give to the fat man
I dance in the halls of the newly insane
And pray to the god that is vacant again
Dark is the shadow filled with prejudice, not pride
Worn out, unwelcome, his truth birthing lies
A whisper now speaks what words used to say
Fallen from grace, luster this way
(Burning)
(Burning bridges, not my way)
Burning bridges, not my way
(Burning bridges, not my way)
And while the rain keeps coming down
A rope of hopes too thin to climb
The night is closing in
We're down the bottom of the well
(Burning)
(Burning bridges, not my way)
Burning bridges, not my way
Burning bridges, not my way
(Burning)
Burning bridges, not my way
(Burning bridges, not my way)
And give to the fat man
And pray to the god that is vacant again
Worn out, unwelcome, his truth birthing lies
Fallen from grace, luster this way
(Burning bridges, not my way)
(Burning bridges, not my way)
A rope of hopes too thin to climb
We're down the bottom of the well
(Burning bridges, not my way)
Burning bridges, not my way
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