9 P.M. marks blue light
And be safe means keep alone
Still I'm roaming streets at midnight
And yes mom I'll come home
Borders beginning to blur
Who am I in this struggle
And do I fight the right things
Compliant to the bone
You say it's not the real thing
And we're puppets all along
Maybe we should start a revolt
And give ourselves a reason
How many lies till the spire blows up
How many cries till messiah comes down
Hello my kind stranger
I know we've been real close
Intimacy's endangered
Can't tell if I'm a ghost
Can you grab my translucent hand
Don't let me trail away
Maybe we should start a revolt
And tear this ghost town down
How many lies till the spire blows up
How many cries till messiah comes down
How many lives till the fire will stop
How many lies till the spire blows up