Who Pulled the String
A red curtain tears across the room The brass goes cold, the candles bloom You hear my footsteps count the floor One little knock, then one more I keep a ledger under the stairs Names in ink and unanswered prayers You sold your smile for a pocket of gold Now every secret does what it’s told The clock has teeth, the walls lean in I pour your welcome, I crown your sin No need to run, no need to plead The house is hungry, and I am the key Hold your breath when the silence bends Every doorway has a mouth at the end Insane, insane, let the whole room spin Strike the match and invite me in No saint, no chain, no saving grace I wear the grin you can’t erase Insane, insane, hear the rafters cry Raise your glass while the angels hide When the final bell begins to ring You’ll know exactly who pulled the string A velvet glove on a rusted hand I make a kingdom from shifting sand The band plays fast as the floor gives way And every guest has a price to pay Your polished mask is splitting apart I hear the panic beneath your heart Keep your excuses, keep your disguise I wrote the ending behind your eyes Hold your breath when the silence bends Every doorway has a mouth at the end Insane, insane, let the whole room spin Strike the match and invite me in No saint, no chain, no saving grace I wear the grin you can’t erase Insane, insane, hear the rafters cry Raise your glass while the angels hide When the final bell begins to ring You’ll know exactly who pulled the string Quiet now—listen close I’m the host behind the host One by one, the lights go black There is no road leading back Insane, insane, let the whole room spin Strike the match and invite me in No saint, no chain, no saving grace I wear the grin you can’t erase Insane, insane, hear the rafters cry Raise your glass while the angels hide When the final bell begins to ring You’ll know exactly who pulled the string The curtain falls, the house exhales A crooked laugh behind the rails If you hear three knocks at your door Don’t turn the handle anymore
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[Интро] A red curtain tears across the room The brass goes cold, the candles bloom You hear my footsteps count the floor One little knock, then one more [Куплет 1] I keep a ledger under the stairs Names in ink and unanswered prayers You sold your smile for a pocket of gold Now every secret does what it’s told The clock has teeth, the walls lean in I pour your welcome, I crown your sin No need to run, no need to plead The house is hungry, and I am the key [Предприпев] Hold your breath when the silence bends Every doorway has a mouth at the end [Припев] Insane, insane, let the whole room spin Strike the match and invite me in No saint, no chain, no saving grace I wear the grin you can’t erase Insane, insane, hear the rafters cry Raise your glass while the angels hide When the final bell begins to ring You’ll know exactly who pulled the string [Куплет 2] A velvet glove on a rusted hand I make a kingdom from shifting sand The band plays fast as the floor gives way And every guest has a price to pay Your polished mask is splitting apart I hear the panic beneath your heart Keep your excuses, keep your disguise I wrote the ending behind your eyes [Предприпев] Hold your breath when the silence bends Every doorway has a mouth at the end [Припев] Insane, insane, let the whole room spin Strike the match and invite me in No saint, no chain, no saving grace I wear the grin you can’t erase Insane, insane, hear the rafters cry Raise your glass while the angels hide When the final bell begins to ring You’ll know exactly who pulled the string [Бридж] Quiet now—listen close I’m the host behind the host One by one, the lights go black There is no road leading back [Соло] [Финальный припев] Insane, insane, let the whole room spin Strike the match and invite me in No saint, no chain, no saving grace I wear the grin you can’t erase Insane, insane, hear the rafters cry Raise your glass while the angels hide When the final bell begins to ring You’ll know exactly who pulled the string [Аутро] The curtain falls, the house exhales A crooked laugh behind the rails If you hear three knocks at your door Don’t turn the handle anymore
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