Lay in the middle I'll be in the basement Time the rhythm Racing on the gold card Hey, middle finger Sticking through the eye Of poor little thinkers Made in the sun I'm bleeding from the wounds From cutting to the chase From beating round the bush Then burns when we embrace And braces for the teeth That long for what's beneath The skin that hides the fruit From time, from the truth
Let it in Let our love tear you down And begin To be found
Lets it to the silence Of the rhythm of my bones decay I'm still hiding from my mother In the fatherland of manly faith Woke up drunk on the job My head was smoking from the US of A Now I'm tearing down the drapes Of complementary consequence
Let it in Let our love tear you down And begin To be found
Let it in Let our love tear you down And begin To be found