(Holmes/Mackintosh)
Once solemn, the things I¹m leaving alone
Once solemn, the looks that turn one to stone
And I¹m learning the highs and the lows of the panic inside
And I¹m learning the highs and lows of the fake promises
Your powers electrify me
Your prowess repels apathy
Your image can turn your soul to stone
Can¹t find another way
Can¹t find the words to say...
Unchaining the things that¹s holding me down
And it¹s frustrating, the pressure¹s getting me down
And it¹s trying to live with a bad decision every day
It¹s a fever that¹s eating away in search of a fast release
Your powers electrify me
Devour the one that¹s guilty
Your image can turn a soul to stone
Can¹t find another way
Can¹t find the words to say...
Your powers electrify me
Devour the one who¹s guilty
Your powess repels apathy
Your image can turn a soul to stone |