I guess you bit off a lit-tle more than you could chew.
So you choked, sit-ting still in the wai-ting room.
It's a shame that the hos-pi-tal could-n't fix some-thing like that.
A lack of cour-age, a fa-ther gives his son to the past.
I guess you took a lit-tle more than your ten-ta-cles could hold.
So you sunk, I pinned you down on the o-cean floor.
But you es-caped, you let the cur-rent take you a-way.
The sand is the past, you took one last look and bur-ied us.
Am I the on-ly one or am I just one of ma-ny?
Because I need to know just how far you spread this suf-fer-ing.
Bu-ry your head, bu-ry your head just like the chi-ld that you are, just like the chi-ld that you've al-ways been.
But I'm sure your swo-llen chest will find a way to boast of all the wrong you've done.
And when you sung to her in Spa-nish, what were you rea-lly say-ing?
Because I don't think in En-glish it would be as a-ppea-ling.
Did you tell her of the ma-gic trick you had been prac-ti-cing?
The one where you dis-ap-pear, because you dis-app-eared.
Am I the on-ly one or am I just one of ma-ny?
Because I need to know just how far you spread this suf-fer-ing.
Bu-ry your head, bu-ry your head just like the chi-ld that you are, just like the chi-ld that you've al-ways been.
But I'm sure your swo-llen chest will find a way to boast of all the wrong you've done.
You are the de-vil that hides be-hind the cur-tains, pul-ling all these strings.
You are the ma-ker, I am the pup-pet. You are the pis-tol, I am the brain.
I am the cap-tive you tor-ment in-dir-ect-ly. But dir-ec-tion is not the key.
When you're the pro-duct of a co-ward's mis-take.
I guess you bit off a lit-tle more than you could chew. So you choked.
It's hard to swa-llow a mis-take you can't un-do.
Am I the on-ly one or am I just one of ma-ny?
Because I need to know just how far you spread this suf-fer-ing.
Bu-ry your head, bu-ry your head just like the chi-ld that you are, just like the chi-ld that you've al-ways been.
But I'm sure your swo-llen chest will find a way to boast of all the wrong you've done.
Am I the on-ly one or am I just one of ma-ny?
Because I need to know just how far you spread this suf-fer-ing.
Bu-ry your head, bu-ry your head just like the chi-ld that you are, just like the chi-ld that you've al-ways been.
But I'm sure your swo-llen chest will find a way to boast of all the wrong you've done.
