A Pile Of Good Intentions Lyrics

This line of communication, just like everyone else. Aren't we all the same? It draws blood when it's wrapped so tight around my throat. Nothing really to fuss over. Just another message from a messanger, who falls so short. Just like everyone else. Just like everyone else. (burned by the masses) Aren't we all the same? Chanting in this ritualistic circle, spinning a pile a million bodies deep. All those good intentions doing nobody any good. The continuation of this stiffled screaming. So important. So not productive. (watch your step, it all comes down to your heart, keep searching for the truth) Fingerprints leave stains and you're not always guilty