Was that somebody screaming...
  It wasn't me for sure
  I lift my head up from uneasy
  pillows
  Put my feet on the floor
  Cut my wrist on a bad thought
  And head for the door
    Outside on the pavement
  The dark makes no noise
  I can feel the sweat on my lips
  Leaking into my mouth
  I'm heading out for the steep hills
  They're leaving me no choice
    And see...as our lives are in the making
  We believe through the lies and the hating
  That love goes free
    For want of an option
  I run the wind 'round
  I dream pictures of houses burning
  Never knowing nothing else to do
  With death comes the morning
  Unannounced and new
    Was it too much to ask for
  To pull a little weight...
  They forgive anything but greatness
  These are scoundrel days
  And I'm close to calling out their names
  As pride hits my face
  See...as our lives are in the making
  We believe through their lies and the hating
  That love goes free through
  scoundrel days
    I reach the edge of town
  I've got blood in my hair
  Their hands touch my body
  From everywhere
  But I know that I've made it
  As I run into the air
    And see...as our lives are in the making
  We believe through the lies and the hating
  That love goes free
  Through scoundrel days