Turn up the noise And see if you can maintain your voice Edge out the door You feel it when you swim back to the shore
I do believe I'm clinging to the warm bleed in the trees I do believe I'm clinging to the warm bleed in the trees
Your dress may be torn but you wear it well All this and more may be in your spell Four letter word but it isn't real All this speed inside you A sneer on the edge of your sanity You bludgeon the sound like it unappealing Pouring your scorn on all pride and joy All this fear inside you
