Ruin+++

Wander around, I wanna know

What you think, what you make of it

Don't look away, your hands are stained

This isn't damage, this is ruin

The action, the pressure, the wood splitting tension

Evading the weighing down you failed to mention

The blame, the gloating, requires rehearsal

A standstill, eroding the perfect reversal

Wander around, I wanna know

What you think, what you make of it

Don't look away, your hands are stained

This isn't damage, this is ruin

Wander around, I wanna know

What you think, what you make of it

Don't look away, your hands are stained

This isn't damage, this is ruin

Something is still not getting through

It's still not getting through to you

Something is still not getting through

It's still not getting through to you

The blame (Something is still not getting through)

The gloating, requires rehearsal (It's still not getting through to you)

A standstill (Something is still not getting through)

Eroding the perfect reversal (It's still not getting through to you)

Wander around, I wanna know

What you think, what you make of it

Don't look away, your hands are stained

This isn't damage, this is ruin

Wander around, I wanna know

What you think, what you make of it

Don't look away, your hands are stained

This isn't damage, this is ruin

Something is still not getting through

Something is still not getting through

Something is still not getting through

Something is still not getting through

Something is still not getting through

Something is still not getting through

Something is still not getting through

It's still not getting through to you

The smiling illusion, the grimace it covers

If this is how it's always been, we've never been lovers