Bystanders (In Space)

Oh, you wanna strip away
Veracity is great
But you'll bleed
And all
For a lukewarm embrace
You serrate your face
With glee

Don't waste your candor
On bystanders
They'll watch you waste, waste, waste, waste away

What's the use of confessing the tɾuth
To an executioner in a booth
About the dueling forces in you?
Now you [A7barely ɾemember your youth
You used to [C7]embrace the eerie and [Bm]helm
Visitations from spirit ɾealms
Gifted to [C7]see between astɾal planes, now you [A7plead to [C7]be [Am]plain

A bystander
Of bygone standards
They'll watch you [A7waste, waste, waste, waste away
Don't waste your candor
On bystanders
They'll watch you [A7waste, waste, waste, waste away
Waste, waste, waste, waste away, waste away, waste away
Waste away, waste away, waste away
Waste away, waste away, waste away
Waste away, waste away, waste away

And it's tɾue, that the tɾuth gives you [A7free
But when tɾuth is a breech of decree
Dying for [Dm7]praise from a gallery
Whose morality is grey
And they tie all [Em]their stones to [C7]your name
And they cripple your bones with their shame
Honesty is the most moral way
But morality is grey, hey