one, two, three, four well the silence hasn't been broken as we reach the point of utter disgust as the weeks drag on, the lies unfold the alcohol loses its touch and i once held your words close to my heart with a knife protecting all of them but now we've made our beds in a deep, dense forest we're sound we'll never take the blame as i dig my hands in the cold, dark dirt in a search for roots now lost forever with one last great hope of a messiah i check the time and admit to the surrender terms remember the days when i had a conscience? yeah, me neither and i'm warning, i'm warning, i'm warning you and i'm warning, i'm warning, i'm warning you that i can't seem to tell i can't seem to tell i can't seem to tell if it's my head or the earth that's spinning around i can't seem to tell i can't seem to tell i can't seem to tell anymore i can't seem to tell i can't seem to tell i can't seem to tell if it's my head or the earth that's spinning around i can't seem to tell i can't seem to tell i can't seem to tell no, i can't seem to tell if it's my head or the earth that's spinning around