Torpedoes falling in a line again 

We’re shooting cannons we were holding in 

Drop me a line before I’m lost 

I’d throw you mine no matter the cost 

Torpedoes falling in a line again 

Scream your confessions to the deaf 

Moment of silence just to catch your breath 

Showing your scars to the eyes of the blind 

And wondering why they don’t reply 

Scream your confessions to the deaf 

Save your lines for the show 

Now I know 

I wasn’t meant to get the role 

Sinister thoughts and crooked motives 

Wicked definitions of how to live 

Stealing all you can take from the poor 

My sanity exists no more 

Sinister thoughts and crooked motives 

Save your lines for the show 

Now I know 

I wasn’t meant to get the role