Down on your knees you get used to the thought of release.
The world's in a tailspin and you're not really sure what you believe.
A castle ain't no castle without a moat.
A sailor can't ship without his boat.
Fall for me, Fallacy, your loose-lipped tongue-ties aren't for gold.
Limit me, timidly, construct a world where we can belong.
The crown on your king gets abused to the point of disease.
His girl's made a fortune as a sure-shot killin touch for what it means.
You see, a lover ain't no Lover without a toll.
And her winter ain't shit without the cold.
Smother me subtlety I swear I've seen the secrets of old, inscribed on my bones.
Call to me, Casualty, expect the worst then find out you're wrong.
Well the dust on your jeans tells the truth of the Desert's defeat.
And the buzzards fly in circles, just waiting for you to slip up or fall asleep.
You know that hard times ain't no Hard Time unless you're alone.
And the shoreline isn't so bright if you can't keep up.
Cover me, kill for me, O God I think we're losin control!
Ohhhhhh Nooooooooooooooo!
Follow me, bottle Me, extract the song that sings in my soul.
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