Indie Lagone Waters Lyrics

Casting an illusion at best, slight of tongue just to pass the tests.
Is something in the water that missed,
We relinquish with a simple kiss.
Low
In dark places we confess, as they toast to our deaths.
We nash our teeth for respect, but can't let go of the breast.
Not until we're fish in a net, desperate and gasping for breath.
Alive but what are we thinking?
Pulling out our weapons despite, the objections in site.
Raising our fists for a while we're still alive to rise.
On a wire and balanced by draft, naive to the perils beneath .
Alive but what are we thinking?
At the edge where hope seems lost pinned up and hung on this cross we rise rise rise.
No more (with each hit) No more (with each hit) playing this role. (evolve)
Alive, so what are we thinking?
At the edge where hope seems lost, pinned up and hung on this cross do we rise rise rise?