I'm stuck here with my hands tied on the floor surrounded by moonlight
Cascade,
I fall from the hillside
Swept away,
I suffer the landslide
The rush of cities and headlights is reborn to a mêlée of human cries,
But it's too late to prise open shut eyes to see more of the world that we've chastised

Well,
Where did we go wrong?
The past is engraved and set in stone for us to keep- we've suffered the worst of it

I'm stuck down here with my hands tied on the floor surrounded by eager eyes
It's too late to question our lifestyles,
Swept away, I suffer the landside
Pick yourself off the ground
Remove the shackled from around your perforated skin
Pick yourself off the ground
Remove the shackled from around your perforated skin

Well,
Where did we go wrong?
The past is engraved and set in stone for us to keep- we've suffered the worst of it

There's no solution if you forget what you've done,
You need to find the route of every problem
There's no solution if you forget what you've done,
You need to find the route of every problem
There's no solution if you forget what you've done,
You need to find the route of every problem

So pick yourself off the ground
Remove the shackled from around your skin
Remove the shackled from around your perforated skin

Well,
Where did we go wrong?
The past is engraved and set in stone for us to keep- we've suffered the worst of it