and every every every time I try to trust
I'm shattered
the things I think I've come to love
are shaken loose and scattered
the truth becomes a spiteful thing
a thing unnecessary
and all the words I have to say seem cruel
and arbitrary

my safety lies in irony and vice and perfect
I'll not be cozened any more with tales
of virtue's grandeur
for martyrs don't come back to life and there's no good
in dying
and only children think that jumping off the roof
is flying

so run so run and let it all fall down around
my ears
it's not a world where courage counts
it hasn't been for years.