Insecurity turned your shaken might aside
Coming from a retreat, a misplaced sense of pride

What do you believe?
Lies, a dead-end street
What do you believe?

Every plan that falls through
Is taken as
A sign
Now you’re sitting idle
To echo by
Design

What do you believe?
Lies, a dead-end street
What do you believe?
Same as bad company
What do you believe?
Lies, a dead-end street
What do you belie-ieve?

Now the curtain is falling and you’ll regret
Now the breath is spent and you won’t forget

What do you believe?
Lies, a dead-end street
What do you believe?
Same as bad company
What do you believe?
Lies, a dead-end street
What do you belie-ieve?