Lirieke: Thrice. The Illusion Of Safety. The Beltsville Crucible.

True friends stab you in the front
Keep you from getting what you want
One more fix could kill you
Help you realize that

You're more and less
Than you first had believed
You've so much to give
And there's so much you need

Shortcuts through graveyards
And a brand new way to breathe
Three thousand miles just to learn
All that's gold does not all shine

And helping words aren't always kind
One more kiss could kill you
Help you realize that

You're more and less
Than you first had believed
You've so much to give
And there's so much you need

Shortcuts through graveyards
And a brand new way to breathe
Three thousand miles just to learn

How to let my guard down
Accept the fire has spread among us
Today, if you're feeling all right
You've got to play it again

You've got, you've got to play it again
Play it again, play it again
Play it again