The Listening

Strike the ground, there's not a message in the sound
Hold out your hands when your God's not listening

Best believe, best believe you'll be systematically placed to die tomorrow
With a taste so sweet, it could drain the sorrow, the sorrow
We're living through your eyes but inside we start to die
We count our loses as a sign

Strike the ground, there's not a message in the sound
Hold out your hands when your God's not listening
The common ground of a modern day escape is calling for the listening

You can't pull your way through the same situations time and time again
You place your pawns in straight lines, alone to buy time
Will we find the end, find the end

We're living through your eyes but inside we start to die
We count our loses as a sign
Making the moves, hoping you'll make them right
We raise our voices in time

Strike the ground, there's not a message in the sound
Hold out your hands when your God's not listening
The common ground of a modern day escape is calling for the listening

Where will you turn when your god has abandoned you?
Where will you turn when he leaves you to die?
Where will you turn when your god has abandoned you?
Where will you turn when he leaves you to die?

We pray for God
Strip the structure
Scratch it out
We praise empty skies

Strike the ground, there's not a message in the sound
Hold out your hands when your God's not listening
The common ground of a modern day escape is calling for the listening

We're living through your eyes but inside we start to die