Was that somebody screaming
It wasn't me for sure
I lift my head up from uneasy pillows
Put my feet on the floor
I cut my wrist on a bad thought
And head for the door

Outside on the pavement
The dark makes no noise
I can feel the sweat on my lips
Leaking into my mouth
I'm heading out for the steep hills
They're leaving me no choice

And see... as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free

For want of an option
I run the stream through
I dream pictures of houses burning
Never knowing nothing else to do
With death comes the morning
Unannounced and new

Was it too much to ask for
I've got blood in my hair
They forgive anything but greatness
These are scoundrel days
And I'm close to calling out their names
As pride hits my face
Yeah
And see... as our lives are in the making
We believe through their lies and the hating
That love goes free through scoundrel days
And see... as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
Through scoundrel days