Give a Man Enough Rope and He Will Hang Us All

Something's gotten lost A translation of a daydream Now the hollow's (hole is) healing There's nothing left to kill We should have set a fire A foiled intervention The final act and/in casting You can play the dog And we'll play the blood on your hands Sobers all alone / sold us all alone/along Watch(ed) the ship we built sink But fair play, puppets, minions Victors of our crisis How bitter you've become You rattle like a baby Give a man enough rope, He will hang us all We'd have this place surrounded But everybody's gone now Did you even know you've lost And that there's nothing left to kill Wash all the blood from your hands (laugh) Tell me you were(n't) warned That you deserve forgiveness Tell me we don't owe you But/that stay low (stable), golden silence while you give chase for more But you can't win 'em all You can't win 'em all, man You can't win