Smooth, you soaked right into the floor Twisted around side to side You confiscated the night And I wonder if we'd been calm enough to confuse You could have blamed anyone in the world Now, I gotta ask... How you gonna hold with a chip on your shoulder? It's a bad look for you Slow, you hesitated a cure Held under arrogant crime You contemplated the light No trust It's a bad look for you to right the wrongs Gnawing at the bone to stop the blood Cutting off the air to fill your lungs Hollowing the earth with what I've done Are you gonna hold with a chip on your shoulder? It's a bad look for you