Letras
The people dress their wounded
With actuating nones
As critics start to blather over pieces of the sun
And mother used to tell you
To be careful with your guns
Oh how we fall when all we know is that money makes it fun
(But I can't stand to)
So read it back
Bite your tongue
Extrapolate inverse direction
Give it time to readjust
(Oh I can't stand to)
Read it back
Bite your tongue
Insisting on falsifications
Given time nothing will change at all
Stick to the point
Lay back
And don't you ever believe that you're wrong
Stick to the point
Lay back
And don't you ever believe that you're wrong
Read it back
Bite your tongue
Ignorant to wrong connections
Give him time to make it up
Think it through once again
Maybe reason in conception
Given time the truth will be undone
And it's undone
What have you left now?
Stick to the point
Lay back
And don't you ever believe that you're wrong
Stick to the point
Lay back
And don't you ever believe that you're wrong