From the Box

[faded_over_time]

I guess the tone just ain't the same
Trust your fingers, find the blame
Get to the point
Time to appoint
Another scapegoat for the flame

Head to head in this throwdown
Patience grown so sick of bending
Always battered, never broken
Hope remains, and that's your ending

Your words are echoes in my mind
Full of meaning I can't find
So summon up your
Fucking interpreter
To take the shots, my lips are blind

Shut in
Shut up
Shut out
Shut down

Head to head in this throwdown
Patience grown so sick of bending
Always battered, never broken
Hope remains, and that's your ending