Yawn yawn to the detached now See them screaming underneath Fill your baskets up with dead fruit And watch the poison trickle free
Always something in the way now All the borders feel the same now If you leave, leave what you are
My hand's a wall, I need the same It turns a light, my gift's a threat Watch from afar and pour your hands in deep You'll find a claw. It says
Always something in the way
A barking dogma, some happy minute spilt on the window is what you are I never mentioned all the things I did It's the pain that keeps you wanting So take over You're the ugly truth
