When the choice of words and every Inch of the truth weighs nothing at all It feeds on us again And it will remain like all the Picture frames locked inside their minds And it turns on us again Behind the words of death comes the fire And it all goes to waste and I Fall back in the night Breath in the night When it came through as a shiny string of lies covering up the truth The afterbirth of them Promises of wealth and relief in a package that is pure sweet death It grinds me to sleep Behind the words of death comes the fire And it all goes to waste and I Fall back in the night Breath in the night Fall back in the night Breath in the night Behind the words of death comes the fire All goes to waste and I Fall back in the night Breath in the night Fall back in the night Breath in the night