The Writing On The Wall Testo

White is the color of my wildest dreams,
Like the pills I took for my self-esteem.
The past is bold, but I'm righting the wrongs,
As I bang my head to disposable songs.

I wanna rebuild and hose the bridges that I've burned.
I need to regild, revise the chapters that I've turned.

Call off the hunt, Call off the search.
I saw it poised, I saw it perched. Like a subtle dove,
On the shoulder of another man's worth.

Clear as the writing on the wall,
I always knew that this was my fault.
Voices coming from the hall,
Telling me to take the fall.

Clear as the writing on the wall,
I always knew that this was my fault.
Standing still, I felt distraught.
My guts are tied up in a knot.

The vial I keep my hardships in irritates my skin,
It's filled to the brim.
This fucking place has severed my limbs,
On testing grounds of sink or swim.

I wanna rebuild and hose the bridges that I've burned.
I need to regild and revise the chapters that I've turned.
Call off the hunt, Call off the search.
I saw it poised, I saw it perched.
Like a subtle dove,
On the shoulder of another man's worth.

Clear as the writing on the wall,
I always knew that this was my fault.
Voices coming from the hall,
Telling me to take the fall.

Clear as the writing on the wall,
I always knew that this was my fault.
Standing still, I felt distraught.
My guts are tied up in a knot.

Our lives unfold into maps of stories untold.
There's an antidote to help the process as we grow old.
Our lives unfold into maps of stories untold.
There's an antidote to help the process as we grow old.

Clear as the writing on the wall,
I always knew that this was my fault.
Voices coming from the hall,
Telling me to take the fall.

Clear as the writing on the wall,
I always knew that this was my fault.
Standing still, I felt distraught.
My guts are tied up in a knot.