cut thru the strobes, all the dry ice and posing makes it look like yr smoking.
i hit benevolent peaks; all these generous shots make the worst worth working.
and they call it a "sideline of choice"; all this reckless debating.
as the songs start to drown out his voice, you know he's still waiting.
and i hope he's still waiting.
he knows enough to take the truth and hold it up in front of you. he worships you.
he worships you and everything you'd ever do, well i'd be true.
we got girls in our group so we get in thru a loop in the protocol.
we'd sit and smoke on the steps,
now we stand by the fence with the freaks and the roadkill.
but the barriers just border the fights so we slide back thru the darkness.
and we're praying for our drinks to be spiked, for the evening to swallow us.
for the evening to swallow us.
he knows enough to take the truth and hold it up in front of you. he worships you.
he worships you and everything you'd ever do, well i'd be true.
you had yr chance. you lost yr touch o complacent. you had yr chance.
wow. just wow.