I got off at your stop, at my stock's sudden drop I'm a trusted doorstop or a paperweight, taciturn, inanimate
I can sit on your shelf, like ashes foretell A spirit in hell while the living sleep right on through, take a shortcut
And I coulda called, I suppose, I'm the thorn on your rose I'm the emperor's new clothes, and I make it look easier every time
If you'da left it to me, who knows where we would be Reading fortunes for free in someone else's goldmine
Survey my breaker like cheap wine You let it in sometimes A floodgate you can pantomime You let it in sometimes
In every crime of the heart, you'll rip yourself apart It's outsider art, provokes every emotion
And it may bewilder a few, it's an unpleasant view You're an agent of truth, twisted up at the tail end
You play the villain like a violin It comes from within Darkness you can befriend It comes from within
It's a dead end Don't overextend Hail the darkness you can befriend
It's a dead end Don't overextend Hail the darkness you can befriendTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
