one, two, three, four

well the silence hasn't been broken
as we reach the point of utter disgust
as the weeks drag on, the lies unfold
the alcohol loses its touch
and i once held your words close to my heart
with a knife protecting all of them
but now we've made our beds in a deep, dense forest
we're sound
we'll never take the blame

as i dig my hands in the cold, dark dirt
in a search for roots now lost forever
with one last great hope of a messiah
i check the time and admit to the surrender terms
remember the days when i had a conscience?
yeah, me neither
and i'm warning, i'm warning, i'm warning you
and i'm warning, i'm warning, i'm warning you

that i can't seem to tell
i can't seem to tell
i can't seem to tell
if it's my head or the earth that's spinning around
i can't seem to tell
i can't seem to tell
i can't seem to tell anymore

i can't seem to tell
i can't seem to tell
i can't seem to tell
if it's my head or the earth that's spinning around
i can't seem to tell
i can't seem to tell
i can't seem to tell
no, i can't seem to tell
if it's my head or the earth that's spinning around