Retcon

It is happening again These eyes in my brain These marks on my skin A voice with no name If I'm just a patsy A lamb for the slaughter To testify reason To damn your sons and your daughters It is happening again These eyes in my brain These marks on my skin Oh but who's to blame But look who is peaking Behind bloody curtains To justify reason To mask the sins of the father Skimming the pages of your life Blacking out what you don't like Rip them out, we will rip them out Eyes, tongue and ears You were never really here Something lingers in the corner Something stands at the foot of my bed It sits on my chest It wants my Wants my Wants my soul (Wants my soul) Memory, such a fickle thing Carve thy skin A memento for me What they don't know can not hurt us Lest we forget What time will show us Who holds the camera? Who holds the tape? Remember it your way You know what that makes Who holds the camera? Who holds the tape? The one pointing fingers Ghosts caught in the frame Who holds the camera? Who holds the tape? The check has been made Cause it's their game we play Who holds the camera? Who holds the tape? The breakdown is coming Or they fucked with your brain Who holds the camera? Who holds the tape? Rose-tinted glasses But it's my world erased Who holds the camera? Who holds the tape? Wiped from your conscious But it's my soul that breaks Who holds the camera? Who holds the tape? Remember it your way You know what that makes Who holds the camera? Who holds the tape? Remember it your way But we know who's to blame Poking and prodding Is not that much better When the light has changed But the touch stays the same Can we pick up the pieces To put back together The parts of ourselves That we left in the rubble How can we ever Reap what was stolen Another one for the taking Another one for the slaughter Something lingers in the corner Something stands at the foot of my bed It sits on my chest (sits on my chest) It wants my Wants my Wants my soul (Wants my soul) How can we ever reap what was stolen? Murder flies south in the sowing season A sin that can never ever be forgiven It is happening again It is happening again It is happening again It is happening again Who holds the camera? Who holds the tape? Remember it your way You know who's to blame Who holds the camera? Who holds the tape? Remember it your way You know (What that makes) (I don't think you are who you really are) (I don't think you are who you really are)