They bind us and cut of the supply.
They hold us hostage in our minds.
They are the perfect place we built
When we found out it would never fly.
I know I shouldn’t make.
I know I shouldn’t make.
Promises. Promises.
Promises. Promises.
The last thing we said before it died
Was I’ll see you on the other side.
We’re naked without our shield of lies.
But there’s nothing left to do, but try.
I know I shouldn’t make.
I know I shouldn’t make.
Promises. Promises.
Promises. Promises.

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