It's hard to send our fears down the river, And harder still to feel when it hurts. But joy will fall into the cracks when we are rigid, And fear controls when we are worried about our worth Subliminal, I guess, the way we're sinning If the wicked get no rest and I'm wide awake. This offer only stands in the moment For cowards tend to care if it leads. Shame can set up traps that change the meaning Of the words that have an origin in need. Subliminal, I guess, the way we're sinning If the wicked get no rest, and I'm wide awake. Subliminal, I guess, the crimes committed If the wicked get no rest, and I'm wide awake.