by the way you know the hope will make you strange make you blink make you blink make you sink it will
make you afraid of change and often blame the box with the view of the world and the ones that fill
the frame i turn it up but then i turn it off because i can't stand when they start to talk
about the hurting and killing shoes so we fit the damage and ruin and the things that we're doing
god we gotta stop we gotta turn it all off we gotta rewind start it up again because it fell
across the fall line ain't there nothing sacred anymore
no no no no no no no
some butter some jump yeah but nobody saw him slip i guess he lost a lot of hope
and then he lost the grip and i was lying in the freeway in the middle of this mess
guess we lost another one just like the other one optimistic hypocrite that didn't have the
nerve to quit the things that kept him wanting more until he finally reached the call fell across
the fall line ain't there nothing sacred anymore
no no no no no