She came to escape is forgot
The fact is that it probably will hit something
Like they were and we scrambled from the blame
Around your crooked conscious she will wind
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth
On the hazardous terrain
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth
And it's a lot to ask her not to sting
Around your crooked conscious she will wind
She was bitten on her birthday
And give her less than everything
She couldn't help but spit them out
And give her less than everything
She couldn't help but spit them out
And in the back room of a bad dream, she came
Round and in between
And we're just following the flock
Round and in between
Innocence and arrogance entwined
And it's solid as a rock rolling down a hill
And whisked me away enthused
Before we smash into smithereens
'Cuz we're just following the flock
And I suspected now forever the shape
Like they were and we scrambled from the blame
And it's a lot to ask her not to sting
And now a face in the crowd she's not
In the filthiest of minds
Before we smash to smithereens