I said the answers are written on my throat And when the radiation and rubber bullets have killed Any symptom of the sickness I call hope There has to be a better way We gave it all away, we gave it all Another breath, another patient Another book to sink us all To sink us all We're made of broken people, Locked up in our own thoughts
We, we came up empty handed, week after week How can this stress even carve out When death hangs his head to our bones A true sense of doubt
Inside of the our rib cage where leaders protect bank accounts Traces of a new republic Traces of a new republic by my own hands We are all shells of a mountain, but we're not ready We are all shells of a mountain, but we're not ready to be asymmetrical So we walked past the stones, right beneath the reservation Just to find our descent on our own I said the answers are written on my throat But when the radiation and rubber bullets have killed Any symptom of the sickness I call hope
And when we buried all the scraps and the parts I'll come to terms with what we have lost I admit I admit I admit it We are the parts that make up the 'cause She's so calm and so collected with the people she's selected She bows with perfect posture as she sees the world reflected
With my fingers now connected to the spine with punctuation We drown the veins devoid to define emancipation The atmosphere's collapsing on the words of lost distinction The reason for harsh actions and the plot for our distraction What were we thinking of When we cast a vote just to hang our own selves As we cringe and watch our leaders All the whispers drain from their eyes But it's all It's all wrong When you drag us to the bottom We won't be symmetrical We won't be symmetrical.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
