It's best this mess is part of the plan
The truth is moving under the groundYou're sure the steering wheel
Is resting in your handsTough to sayYou think success belongs to the bank
You take directions into the skinAn ancient motor revving up
To keep it living onStrings tied to the hands
Hands upon a mouthStrings tied to the hands
Hands upon a mouthStrings tied to the hands
Hands upon a mouth
Sneaky waysSneaky waysThe path is written before the act
A mode of growing seems like a choiceIt feels like progress
Is a product of a hidden gameWhat obeysYou measure hits by stuff in the house
It's more sincerely smiles on the faceThe instinct leads you if you do
Or if you don't wantTackle on a neck
Trapped within the ringTackle on a neck
Trapped within the ringTackle on a neck
Trapped within the rin
Tough to say
What obeysSneaky waysSneaky ways
