Paroles: Avail. One Wrench. Union.

damn it's you again how am i supposedly supposed to interpret thhis wihtout feeling guilty a homes not comdemned until it's fallen or stolen by locks and keys it's 3 am i'm locked out left to freeze on steps just feet from light and heat we walk the same block fave offs both good and bad a time bomb strapped on your back you can't see straight it's 3 am and without damn it's you again i saw you and you saw me conscience i neglected to mention i'm hell bend on dissention i've fought for you