 If we could only be in different places,
Among the same faces we can't forget,
In debt to the very distinction of love and hate.
They're both in our hearts, we choose an imbalance.
Oh, the thought, we are the flaws that make us.
That must be why
(What's the right word for this?)
I'm suffering.
(Ashamed? No, horrified.)
It's an action, delayed reaction,
I've got taxes and bills to pay.
Something's flapping its wings at me,
Someone's clapping, I guess we're on TV.
Stop now, you've ruined it all,
Stop now, you've obtained it all.
Stop now, you've ruined it all,
Stop now, you've obtained it all.
Stop now, you've ruined it all,
Stop now, you've obtained it all.
Stop now. (Stop now.)
Stop now. (Stop now.)
Stop now. (Stop now.)
Stop now. (Stop now.)
Stop now. (Stop now.)
(We'll call you back, it's a fact.
No, it's not that you lack something indefinitely.)
Moving in the right direction.
I'm waiting to see if it comes to me,
Or if it's tied to a safe that just hit the sea floor.
Maybe I'll sleep, maybe I'll sleep through a century.
I'm waiting to see if it comes to me,
Or if it's tied to a safe that just hit the sea floor.
What was going through my head?
Press the pressure point on my neck,
My head will snap off and roll into the secret passage
We built for escorting the rapist to the victim.
Did you manage your time?
Do you know how I do?
Downpour, downpour, downpour, downpour.
Oh, the boredom involved in patience.
So, I'll make a fist and rip the threads we've sewn,
Since it's come to this, it feels like nobody's home.
So my cover's blown, rip open the threads we've sewn.
So, I'll make a fist and rip the threads we've sewn,
Since it's come to this, it feels like nobody's home.
So my cover's blown, rip open the threads we've sewn.
And I won't forget what it means.
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