[Verse 1] Youre only sick as your secrets How many times did you disappear? Youre only good as your word How much longer can I believe? Ive buried bodies myself A hundred graves, a hundred ghosts I see myself in you How much longer How much longer can I believe? [Verse 2] You paint a picture In my head of where Ive been You write the scripture I hang on every word you say As sick as thieves As sick as thieves We huddle in you call the plays How sick are we? How sick are we? How sick are we now? [Outro] How can I believe?
sick, longer, thief, hundred, believe