I hear you on the radio You permeate my screen It's unkind but if I met you in a scissor fight I'd cut off both your wings on principle alone On principle
To resist is to piss in the wind Anyone who does will end up smelling Knowing this, why do I defy? Because my inner voice is yelling There is a fist pressing
? From here on it's instinctual Even straight roads meander Every piece contains a map Of, it all, it all On a line indivisible A crow left of the murder
Two people touching lips Hands on each other's hips Nothing in else in the world but one another The 42nd floor On a distant shore I wonder how we've
s nothing here left for me but empty promises And the thought of all the things I'm never getting back You came, you saw, you conquered everyone And I'm left
This party is old and uninviting Participants all in black and white You enter in full blown Technicolor Nothing is the same after tonight If the world
The fact that you you think you can Speak to me the way you do It bleeds me to believe that you Have never stepped out of the skin you live within And
I heard a word from 'On high' Glare like a light in the sky It said, "Quit blowing each other up" Voicing so crystalline clear Some thing's unclean in
Does it make you Indie? Does it make you proud? To talk the world into a paper bag? The body's state of, "I'm okay, you're not okay" Yes, men too, can
Met my match today Felt the blood rushing and mingling A curious and enigmatic thing Now spiders in my dreams Synchronicity weaves like a web When you
Is everything a baited hook? And are there locks on all doors? If you're looking for an open book Look no further, I am yours We'll behave like animals
Nice car, where'd you get your ride? A trophy, badge of honor, overcompensation? Price tags advertise your pride Since when did what we pay for colored
Take a bow, pack on powder Wash 'em out with buzzing lights Pay an audience to care 'Impress me' personality Still and transfixed, the electric sheep
No, you're not the first to fall apart But always the first one to complain You better get careful Or you'll compromise everything you are The world
on it's instinctual Even straight roads meander Every piece contains a map of it all! It all! Out of the line (and) indivisible A crow left of the murder
Käännös: Incubus. Crow Left Of The Murder.