The Iconoclast Songtext
von F‐Minus

Can′t sleep
Can't sleep at all
Counting the scratches and holes in the wall
With our feet in the mud
Beating the cut to the promised land
Feeling worse than you look
Knowing the bullet will take it away
Killing for days ′cause they're all the same
Just waiting for something to change

Try to believe, you want to believe
In the superstition
Try to believe, you want to believe
Choking on your affliction


Your head is on fire
You're on the outside
They hear you fighting poison
For their peace of mind
Feeling the guns
You know what′s right

Try to believe, you want to believe
In the superstition
Try to believe, you want to believe
Choking on your affliction

Can′t sleep
Can't sleep at all
Counting the scratches and holes in the wall
Poison for their peace of mind
Feeling the guns
You know what′s wrong

Try to believe, you try to believe but you can't
Try to believe, you want to believe
Try to believe, you want to believe
Try