Kill The Itch

You're shaking the hands of every stranger around

You're bruised in the head, go ahead and hide it with your crown

You're blaming the ones who fought, now buried underground

You're living off what you see in the lost and found

Building a bridge

Without a single glitch

You're in need of a stitch

From trying to kill the itch

It's not about your drop of honey

We're craving for what's burning inside

It's not about your blood-filled money

We're the sound of what's been boiling inside

You wake to see if your own head's still in place

You're caught up with numbers, running like rats in a race

You're faking the figures just to fit into the frame

Oh, just like a stranger to yourself, what's there to claim?

Building a bridge

Without a single glitch

You're in need of a stitch

From trying to kill the itch

It's not about your drop of honey

We're screaming for what's burning inside

It's not about your blood-filled money

We're the sound of what's been crawling inside

Building a bridge

Without a single glitch

You're in need of a stitch

From trying to kill the itch

It's not like I need you to hear me

We're craving for what's burning inside

It's not like I need you to find me

We're the sound of what's been crawling inside

It's not about your drop of honey

We're screaming for what's burning inside

It's not about your blood-filled money

We're the sound of what's been crawling inside