| you target ones with loose tongue | |
| through your fingers you find ways to | |
| make us turn inside if i lose my ground | |
| i will stand by to navigate the escape | |
| for the silent ones. | |
| so take | |
| it to the back of the bar you | |
| make me think what you want to tell | |
| me. first i will say anything to make | |
| sure you dont. you act less blessed you | |
| are sympathies great deviever ...oh the | |
| taste of your teeth after you sneer. | |
| by the accident of approval we'll take a | |
| shot in the dark to kill the buss in the | |
| room i'll take the side of the ones | |
| whose feet touch the floor you'll take | |
| the side of the ones approaching lines | |
| to create life. | |
| for starving eyes i know you will | |
| never make a proud home. |