Texty: Thrice. The Illusion Of Safety. Deadbolt.

When deadbolts awake you from deja vu dreams
At four in the morning you know where I'll be
Out running red lights asleep at the wheel
The sirens feed my nightmares

I just close my eyes and I'm already here
It's already too late
I know it's nothing but lies but they sound so sincere
I find them too hard to hate

And she calls from the doorway, "Stolen water is sweet
So let's drink it in the darkness, if you know what I mean"
And she calls from the doorway, "Stolen water is sweet
So let's drink it in the darkness, if you know what I mean"

And I'm almost sure that I've been here before
That this is not the first time I've stood front of this door
With an overwhelming feeling that I shouldn't go in
But it seems this is a battle that I never could win

And you, my true love
Call from the hilltop, call through the streets
Darling, don't you know the water is poison?
And I say, "Come on and give me my poison"

What have I done?
Is it too late to save me from this place?
From the depths of the grave
We all are those who thought we were brave
What have I done?