Retcon Lyrics

It is happening again

These eyes in my brain

These marks on my skin

A voice with no name

If I'm just a patsy

A lamb for the slaughter

To justify reason

To damn your sons and your daughters

It is happening again

These eyes in my brain

These marks on my skin

Oh but who's to blame

But look who is peaking

From behind bloody curtains

To justify reason

To mask the sins of the father

Skimming the pages of your life

Blacking out what you don't like

Rip them out, we will rip them out

Eyes, tongue and ears

You were never really here

Something lingers in the corner

(Corner)

Something stands at the foot of my bed

(Foot of my bed)

It sits on my chest

(Sits on my chest)

It wants my

Wants my

Wants my soul

(Wants my soul)

Memory, such a fickle thing

Carve thy skin

A memento for me

What they don't know can not hurt us

Lest they forget

What time will show us

Who holds the camera?

Who holds the tape?

Remember it your way

You know what that makes

Who holds the camera?

Who holds the tape?

The one pointing fingers

Ghosts caught in the frame

Who holds the camera?

Who holds the tape?

The check has been made

Cause it's their game we play

Who holds the camera?

Who holds the tape?

The breakdown is coming

Or they fucked with your brain

Who holds the camera?

Who holds the tape?

Rose-tinted glasses

But it's my world erased

Who holds the camera?

Who holds the tape?

Wiped from your conscious

But it's my soul that breaks

Who holds the camera?

Who holds the tape?

Remember it your way

You know what that makes

Who holds the camera?

Who holds the tape?

Remember it your way

But we know who's to blame

Poking and prodding

Is not that much better

When the light has changed

But the touch stays the same

Can we pick up the pieces

To put back together

The parts of ourselves

That we left in the rubble

How can we ever

Reap what was stolen

Another one for the taking

Another one for the slaughter

Something lingers in the corner

(Corner)

Something stands at the foot of my bed

(Foot of my bed)

It sits on my chest

(Sits on my chest)

It wants my

Wants my

Wants my soul

(Wants my soul)

How can we ever reap what was stolen?

Murder flies south in the sowing season

A sin that can never ever be forgiven

It is happening again

It is happening again

It is happening again

It is happening again

Who holds the camera?

Who holds the tape?

Remember it your way

You know who's to blame

Who holds the camera?

Who holds the tape?

Remember it your way

You know

(What that makes)

(I don't think you are

who you really are)

(I don't think you are

who you really are)