with every single word that spews through your crooked teeth your honesty grows dissonant and sheathed spitting out facades just to keep the peace intact your feeble tactics seem like futile acts upturn the sense of bond is a queasy stomach s friend contorting and rejecting all the futile things you mend forlorn masquerades set you ablaze killing the trust and raising every fence i won t find the words to say will die another day hope is all but hopeless so just drink yourself to death a wolf in the midst of madness suited up like sheep we ve met this hurricane is gonna shake the walls that we clutch so dear you stutter but lie so clear utopia is far but the truth is out of reach you ll suffer stretching farther than you ever thought you d see dormant storms stir warning winds of flee til the eye has come to swallow any plea cut out the tongues of the false or believe all the lies they conceive board up the doors to the safest corridors in which they seek to poison you and me cut out the tongues of the false or believe all the lies they conceive board up the corridors they seek to poison me i won t find the words to say will die another day hope is all but hopeless so just drink yourself to death a wolf in the midst of madness suited up like sheep we ve met this hurricane is gonna shake the walls that we clutch so dear you stutter but lie so clear
['acoustic punk', 'folk punk']