• Artist: Thrice
• Song Title: A Subtle Dagger
• Album: The Illusion Of Safety

It infiltrates, insidious, it feints at love, betrays our trust
In what we've known since we were born,
The truth we've found in all we see points to design,
Still our chests swell
We'll never find true answers from a wishing well
So feed us all another lie, to still our thoughts,
Appease our pride, so we won't have to change the way
We see, we live, we love, we die
Our lust precede our blasphemy
Our logic reads like notes from tainted autopsy.
Our souls they speak of something more,
But we can't look beyond ourselves.
We implore empty skies because o hearts hold room
For no one else
We extend our claws to grasp at shadows of the ideals we have lost,
Casualties of a subtle dagger,
Buried to the hilt in our heart,
Blood on our hands