Man on his lawn, staring inside his house. And it looks so strange, he doesn't know anyone. Familiar faces, still none to recognize. The walk around,
You're undecided. You ride a fence but that fence divides. No side is still a side. A look in your eyes says I hold myself above you. You can't see through
I'm putting on my blinders. I'm walking straight to me. I'm following my carrot. It's plenty hard to reach. Keep your foot out of my door. I don't want
Tried to squeeze my eyes and scrape up my skin. There's a hole in my head where the bullet went in. I think it's all in your heart. And I think it's
been staring for a hundred hours run down a spiral drain keep mouth clamped tight, and it isn't right three words keep running round my mind but my tongue