Occam's Razor Lyrics

The mirror image of guilt reflects
Causing conflict and self denial
Open hands with stipulations
Force feeding what you want to feel

Let the sweat pour out as the sun gets closer
Maybe it'll burn our problems away
Chase your faith in science fiction
As the facts lay in front of your face

Terror has no sympathy
It's gonna bleed you dry, before it gets better
We just choose to turn our backs
And play victim to Occam's razor

Screaming at each other
Justified hate in the hands of liars
Dodging the truth with naive eyes
Only pulls us close to the cardinals in the trees

Open mouths but nobody's listening
Personal advocates for the devil we know
A small reflection in every broken mirror
We're chasing ourselves further into the ground

Terror has no sympathy
It's gonna bleed you dry, before it gets better
We just choose to turn our backs
And play victim to Occam's razor

Hate becomes our salvation
As blood turns into gold

Terror has no sympathy
It's gonna bleed you dry, before it gets better
We just choose to turn our backs
And play victim to Occam's razor