Running Joke / Paper Machete (Alive In The Catacombs)

When I was a little boy, I looked under the stairs
The king and the pawns were caught unawares
Standing in the shadows, a whisperer to be
Was fishing in the darkness of possibilities

Just look at you now
Yeah, look at you now
Oh, look at you now

Among such style and grace, our highest hopes
None standing still, the running joke
Where goes the warm embrace, it fades without return
That lives to slip through fingertips and burn

I don't care what you think anymore
Doesn't matter anyway
Joan of Arc, victim, perpetrator
Just a paper machete, yeah

The truth is just a piece of clay
You sculpt, you change, you hide, then you erase
You think you're brave? All the plans you made
Behind my back and from far away
Truth is, face to face, you're a coward
Sharp as a paper machete, yeah

Now I know you'd use anything, anyone
To make yourself look clean
In sickness, no vows mean anything
So long, cruelty
So long, too late
So long, my love is dead

But just look at you now, yeah
Oh, look at you now, yeah
Oh, look at you now, yeah
Oh, look at you now, yeah
Look at you now
Oh, look at you now, yeah
Look at you now