Woorden: Art of Dying. Vices & Virtues. You Don't Know Me.

You think you know me, you got me figured out
You're casting shadows, I'm casting doubt
You think you know me, you think I care
You should spend some time with the person in the mirror

I'm a fist, I'm afraid, I'm a link in the chain
Worst of the best but I'm in this race
You don't know me

I'm a knife, I'm a rope, I'm a bitter pill
A tooth on the cog that you built to spill
You don't know me

I'm not defined by what you think I am
I won't fall into your predetermined plan
All like diamonds without shine
If you never take the time you never know what you won't find

I'm a crow, I'm the most with the least to gain
A fading Mona Lisa in a plywood frame
You don't know me

I'm a ring on a tree in a life that fell
What I did I done good and what I done I did well
You don't know me

You don't know what you think you know
What you think you know

Hate is a river floating with money and greed
Drawing borders, lines on a map we don't need

And I'm a wall, I'm a fence, I'm a dotted line
The land you kill for in the name of your kind
You don't know me

I'm a storm, I'm a sign, I'm a bleeding heart
The time that got away it's already gone, yeah
You don't know me
You don't know me

Me, you, me, you, me, you, you don't know
Me, you, me, you, oh, you don't know