Lyrics Bad Books – No Reward

With my dominant hand
I steer the ship towards the future
With my eyes full of sand, I make a myth of the mess
Through desert blinders and cataracts, grab the battle axe

(No reward)
Snap off the string, go clear
(No reward)
From the crimson killing floor
No reason, no reward

Thread the rib through the rind, pull the pins from the pillbox
Keep every twist intertwined, each coincidence locked
To the prelude and aftermath, ’til you have to ask
«Are you sure you’re sure you’re right?
It’s such a lonely life!»

(When you’re sure)
It’s such a lonely life
(When you’re sure)
Endless incremental war
So cursed to be so sure

(No reward)
It’s such a lonely life
(No reward)
It’s such a lonely life
(No reward)
It’s such a lonely life
(No reward)

From the crimson killing floor
To the mausoleum door