I opened my mouth and let out a thousand bombs
Each any every one the wrong thing to say
This isn't even the real word for Resistance
See the art that lurks beneath it's name
There shouldn't have to be a certain way to say things every day
See it from my point of view, if you will
You don't play the game unless you're in it first
This is something you forgot all those years ago

The only kind of thing that resembles the future is
The reflection of the faces in the stones
The salt in the wounds
The mouth that can't speak
The voice in the moon
The veins that can't weep

Well I used to picture life as a portrait
Now it's like the name of a scale
The only thing that really matters anymore is
What we feel and how we try not to fail