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Paroles: Kisschasy. The Way They Walk.

Arteries flexing as your heart beats hard
Down through your temples
To your wrist and palm, clenched hard

Stride down the catwalk preaching patience
Show the world your pitch black disguise
Sing the songs they sing, the words you don't mean
When's the last time you looked inside?

State line to state line, I saw you over and again
The speakers are shaking
It's the sound of a trend, soon to end

Stride down the catwalk, preaching patience
Show the world your pitch black disguise
Sing the songs they sing, the words you don't mean
When's the last time you looked inside?

Raise your fist and pray to them
Underground idols
Hear the noise of a trend, soon to end

Stride down the catwalk, preaching patience
Show the world your pitch black disguise
Sing the songs they sing, the words you don't mean
When's the last time you spoke your mind?

Stride down the catwalk, preaching patience
Show the world your pitch black disguise
Sing the songs they sing, the words you don't mean
When's the last time you looked inside?