This is a ploy of cold, crass, sheep.
To only milk the pieces of truth that suit their means
And I was just wandering what you thought itâ€™d bring
So hey, thereâ€™s a poison in your skin, I see it quietly seeping out of it
Hey thereâ€™s a poison in your skin.
I see it coming, saw it coming out.
And I am the fortunate one
This, an attempt at feeding primal needs,
has woken all the demons that reside inside of me
And you still say that I am the fortunate one
Well I could wash my hands to pretend theyâ€™re clean,
or I could purge my lips of spineless speech,
but the consequence of knowledge is an eager tongue
Donâ€™t you leave, I wasnâ€™t finished. This isnâ€™t over.
I will be heard
Every last word will have its turn
Mine may be the words unwisely sewn, to cultivate the path that I have chose
Mine may be the words youâ€™ll never know but lay me in the dirt and I will grow
Are you listening? Cause my breath grows null
Tired quips begin to wither
Who can reason with time?
Lay me in the dirt and I will grow
Lyrics powered by www.musiXmatch.com
|6||Easy Talk (Open Your Mouth)|
|7||Machines, Pt. 1|
|8||Machines, Pt. 2|
Get the embed code
Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS). This is just a preview!