In this sinless city
We wear callouses on our hands
From empty, vain hand-shaking
We see the guilt has left again
And all will fall, with or without our good will
And we'll fool them all
Who pray for those who never will

And we both let go

Never been much for pity
Never been much for wishing them well
But I can't help but sever
The ties they held so tight, so well
And on one side, they're holding on to what we were
And here we are
Holding the hands that we severed

And we both let go

The fire burns like cancer
The scarring last forever
We all play tricks on fools
That see us as their sinless answer

And over and over again...

Don't say this isn't what you're used to
I've seen followers like you
I've let down followers like you