| Thinning airflow through a narrow hallway |
| Hanging heads from the billboards, hoping to entertain |
| I hear the circle resonate |
| You’re all nameless faces to me |
| I’m merely a short daydream |
| I helped you get through nothing |
| If you look real close, hands held under the thorns |
| Keep you proud of the unknown |
| I’m your toy when things get shallow |
| I’m under your control |
| Press your face to wood floor, you’re the grain |
| Here’s a savior for when you don’t feel anything |
| I am what you want me to be |
| Ripped right out in front of me |
| I was on the edge of your everything |
| Now something gets in the way |
| Innocence sedates your memory |
| The misbelief in anything |
| I see you on every city street |
| Looking for me to fix your pain |
| If you look real close, hands held under the thorns |
| Keep you proud of the unknown |
| I’m your toy when things get shallow |
| It swallows everyone |
| You don’t hold enough to show |
| Anything for what you’ve done |
| I’m your toy when things get shallow |
| I’m under your control |
| I’ve wished for this |
| Well my attention comes and goes ever since |
| I’ve dreamt of this |
| Well it is never clean behind the film we’re staring at |
| If you look real close, hands held under the thorns |
| Keep you proud of the unknown |
| I’m your toy when things get shallow |
| It swallows everyone |
| You don’t hold enough to show |
| Anything for what you’ve done |
| I’m your toy when things get shallow |
| I’m under your control |
| I’m under your control |