Letra de The Hand, The Furnace, The Straight Face
Quiet, it's 4 AM I was sound asleep Trying to hunt for sheepThere is a choice within a voice Lurking somewhere between Hidden parts, facial scars And remnants of the deepest needs I am convinced in sleeplessness That we need some source of rest Following with frequency Won't become a place to lay our headsI've searched and tried And tumbled in the midst I've swallowed pride and nullified What's left of innocence Reparations won't be made We'll set a precedent Never too late to recreate So here's your evidenceAm I getting through Is this loud enough Any means by all extremes This feeling follows action You can take my worst mistakes And use them for excuses You can try to realize This vessel by itself is worthlessI've searched and tried And tumbled in the midst I've swallowed pride and nullified What's left of innocence Reparations won't be made We'll set a precedent Never too late to recreate So here's your evidenceThe hand, the furnace, the straight face The hand, the furnace, the straight face I've searched and tried And tumbled in the midst I've searched and tried I've searchedI've searched and tried And tumbled in the midst I've swallowed pride and nullified What's left of innocence Reparations won't be made We'll set a precedent Never too late to recreate So here's your evidenceI've searched and tried And tumbled in the midst I've searched and tried And searched