Paroles:
Rebuke Outside Of Calamity

Who are you - to look at me and think you know something more? like you've been let in - on some big secret no one's heard before hand over - surrender

You can tell me that I'm addicted and I'll tell you that you're a dickhead we won't get very far with our words you can tell me I'm acting childish

Your filthy icons, your shitty posters the fallen crosses of your failing culture the constipation, the pornographic of your creation like clogs in traffic

Jessie had some bags under her eyes she went to get them fixed and now she's constantly surprised her boyfriend is a body-builder turned stock broker

A broadcast on the radio, a prognosis promising snow. a wall of frozen H2O restricting where I want to go. I'm stuck in repeating a ritual to perpetuate

I left a message at the beep asking you to call me up not like I'd mind sitting alone but I'd rather we met up to do the things that we would do and

feeling your touch would provide and on the sensation of feeling alive if I knew then what I now know too well, how the air seems much cleaner outside

I see the casualties of affluence, the rape of innocence and my heart is bleeding but compassion won't nurture the poor intentions won't rid us of war