No talk
No touching
White glove thing
Always something
You stand tall
Fly your flags
Cast your lot
Its always something
Lash out -
Crush your brothers
To save the mother
Its always something
k** the girls
To save the babies?
Or save face?
There's always something you'll find -
Thought crimes for high minds with idle time...
You push
To stay distant
& attack the difference -
Slways something
You stand tall
Fly your flags
Cast your lot
It's always something
No thought
No feeling
White glove thing
Always something
We run hot
With cold touch -
It's our loss
But there's always something you'll find
Thought crimes for high minds with idle time...
-call me when you've dropped your flags
-call me when the shuttle lands
-call me when you're back to being you