Dark lenses, tint the windows that are under my eyelids To hide from the light like I'm stuck in a fire pit Burning up a sigh, with no desire to live through these lies So I suffer in silence Culture of violence, truth stuck behind my lips Bound, gagged, and whipped, stripped, divided and split Eatin' words with a forked tounge And now the grumble of my stomache's got the thump of a war drum A battle goin' on inside, nobody's safe from Clowns are playing rush and roulette with paint guns They run in place, and they call it the human race Losin' pace with that stupid look on their face, shootin' blanks And all they ask is why I wear these glasses And all I can tell them is hell, it's good fashion All they ask is why I wear these glasses And all I can tell them is, hell... We're acting like men of steel, with a thin protective shield Gathering the raw footage that can never make the final reel So we cover up the stories that eyes tell, make way for what we take to the grave It doesn't bind both souls, buried in a ? bargain bin In the cemetary there's a joust between God and men Talkin' loud, but aint sayin' nothin, used to have daily discussions, I doubt we'll ever talk again And all they ask is why I wear these glasses And all I can tell them is hell, it's good fashion All they ask is why I wear these glasses And all I can tell them is, hell...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
