Rage won’t lie that far beneathnSomething sinister that runs through your veinsnCan you feel it burning out the seamsnAnd has innocence forgotten your namenDo I look like a saint?nUntil the curtain rolls,nTalking stops for the picture shownnYou got soul under your skinnWhat happens when you don’t know who to let innWill we ever understand?nWe’re just breaking out the windowsnnDeadly spies in submarinesnTaking information for twisted gamesnI feel its turning all on menA guilty finger points away from the blamenNow you look like a saintnUntil the curtain rolls,nTalking stops for the picture shownnYou got soul under your skinnWhat happens when you don’t know who to let innWill we ever understand?nWe’re just breaking out the windowsnnHow did we get so far?nRunning to hide these scars?nLove’s not afraid of what it finds in the darknnYou got soul under your skinnWhat happens when you don’t know who to let innWill we ever understand?nWe’re just breaking out the windows