All These Years

It doesn't seem to bring you harm And it doesn't seem to go my way You can lie to the open wind But your voice betrays your hate Try to run from the blackened sky From the burn of the pain of the heart I would step on your wounded pride And display your dismay like it's art Louder and louder and louder it goes But nobody hears what's said You can laugh and deceive yourself But you'll answer to me when you're dead Try to run from the blackened sky From the burn of the pain of the heart I would step on your wounded pride And display your dismay like it's art It doesn't seem to bring you harm And it doesn't seem to go my way You can lie to the open wind But your voice betrays your hate I can feel it numbing after waiting all these years