why do you keep asking why
the colors you paint have run dry
no rhythm in your head
no music in your eyes
walk with that swagger you mock
act as if nothing is wrong
now what's got into you
I don't see it like you do
the names may change and your face
is feeling like a stranger's
can't see for the fear that you hide
that you would be discovered
when you fall before the foot of your pride

mistake all those rumors for news
the difference between them is truth
the poison is the same
in that bed that you have made
you talk in the language of songs
sing it but the feeling is gone
the damage has been done
you're not fooling anyone
the ones that you're trying to please
won't pay you on attention
the maps that you're trying to read
won't give you no direction
and you'll fall before the foot of your pride

the taste of love once sweet
but you wouldn't need her
just one drink one more
could make you a believer
but you'll fall before the foot of your pride
and you'll fall before the foot of your pride