Insecurity turned your shaken might aside
Coming from a retreat, a misplaced sense of pride
What do you believe?
Lies, a dead-end street
What do you believe?
Every plan that falls through
Is taken as
A sign
Now you’re sitting idle
To echo by
Design
What do you believe?
Lies, a dead-end street
What do you believe?
Same as bad company
What do you believe?
Lies, a dead-end street
What do you belie-ieve?
Now the curtain is falling and you’ll regret
Now the breath is spent and you won’t forget
What do you believe?
Lies, a dead-end street
What do you believe?
Same as bad company
What do you believe?
Lies, a dead-end street
What do you belie-ieve?
