And you use
Such proper f*cking language
To use me
And to mask the stench of the bodies
Under your floorboards
And I'm bored
Of playing polygraphs with girls
And my friends
Trying to
Find the truth
Behind this social distortion
But we won't
Ever know
If this is the only way...
To communicate in this decade
To tell the truth and not placate
To lie with one and not implicate
Their greatest fears
Their destruction
For simple control
Look, I'd swear we were the good guys
Or at least I thought we stood for something
Hell, I remember
When everyone was thinking
And funny for the right reasons
Oh I did not trust you then
But still I tried
And that's my fault
And it has cost me such
That I use
This cryptic, scathing bullshit
To use you
And to mask the stench of the poison
In twelve bar power chords
And I'm bored
Of playing polygraphs with girls
And my friends
Yeah, my friends
And this serial passage
Has caused structural damage
That's sewn deep in our language
And this serial passage
Has caused structural damage
That's sewn deep in our language