Whispers are fading
Replaced with apathy
Such regression in progression
Could we brave another hitch?
Charades we're playing
Nothing disturbs our sleep
Chorus:
Make, break the guidelines
What kind of life is this?
Break, rape the fine lines
Is ignorance our bliss?
Enticed by violence
You cannot look away
Can't afford to dig much deeper
Sickened by each further bite
Censored with meaning
To keep the wolves at bay
:Chorus
Make the guidelines
Rape the fine lines
You're faking it
