Lyrics

Lets drain the lake and search for bodies with our seven fingers
We'll dig through life and loam to find the gold and bones that linger
We'll strike it rich in footsteps carved right out to meet our maker
Crumbled face of god who looked away, he looked away

Running away from what you made
Devil beneath the surface
Playing a hollow-faced charade
Feeling like you deserve this

Lets re-define the alchemy of our divine equation
We'll boil down our chemistry and re-write our creation
See with new eyes that we were robbed of our emancipation
With sharpened tongues and painted knives we'll take it back

Running like hell from what you made
Trying to make your heaven
Spinning a slot machine charade
Praying for seven seven
All we are is extra parts that bleed for better days
All we are is extra parts