Is this an exercise or an exorcism? Firework pilots fly towards the explosion in the sky The bright coloured lights suffer in the horizon of my mind I'm a patient with no patience Hospital handshakes We must each be broken if we're ever to be made new again The current of this currency is pain Painting me golden You're a ghost in the sun A massacre on the winter Silence, see deafening defeat Drowning in minor seconds Til there's no line between the truth and the lies we're all hiding behind If it's a choice, what will we decide? When we choose sides between the darkness and the light We must each be broken if we're ever to be made new again The current of this currency is pain Painting me golden Painting me golden Painting me She held my hands and walked me back from the ledge where I was standing My father sent me to my mother to be punished no longer I'm gonna heal up now from this trauma I've closed the window Shorten the shadows Hospital handshakes We must each be broken if we're ever to be made new again The current of this currency is pain Painting me golden Painting me golden Painting me Painting me gold