Subtle Dagger — текст песни (Thrice)

It infiltrates, insidious
It feints at love, betrays our trust
In what we`ve known since we were born
The truth we`ve found in all we see
Points to design
Still our chests swell
We`ll never find true answers from a wishing well

So feed us all another lie
To still our thoughts, appease our pride
So we won`t have to change the way
We see, we live, we love, we die
Our lusts precede our blasphemy
Our logic reads like notes from tainted autopsy

Our souls they speak of something more
But we can`t look beyond ourselves
We implore empty skies because
Our hearts hold room for no one else

We extend our claws to grasp the shadows of the
Ideals we have lost
Casualty of a subtle dagger
Buried to the hilt in our heart
Blood on our hands