The Listening - Eyes Set To Kill

Strike the ground

There's not a message in the sound

Hold out your hands

When your God's not listening

Best believe' best believe

You'll be systematically

Placed to die tomorrow

With a taste' so sweet

It could drain the sorrow' the sorrow

We're living through your eyes

But inside we start to die

We count our losses

Strike the ground

There's not a message in the sound

Hold out your hands

When your God's not listening

The common ground of a modern day escape

Is calling for the listening

You can't pull your way

Through the same situations

Time and time again

You place your pawns in straight lines

Alone to buy time

Will we find the end' find the end

We're living through your eyes

But inside we start to die

We count our losses

Making the wrong moves

Hoping you'll make them right

We raise our voices in time

Strike the ground

There's not a message in the sound

Hold out your hands

When your God's not listening

The common ground of a modern day escape

Is calling for the listening

Where will you turn

When your God has abandoned you

Where will you turn

When he leaves you to die

Where will you turn

When your God has abandoned you

Where will you turn

When he leaves you to die

We pray for God

Strip the structure

Scratch it out

We praise empty skies

Strike the ground

There's not a message in the sound

Hold out your hands

When your God's not listening

The common ground of a modern day escape

Is calling for the listening

We're living through your eyes

But inside we start to die