He was afraid of what they may say So he keeps it down He was the blame, he was the naysay Wonder how you left alone the one thing you love Wonder how
I suppose I suppose we make a toast We can make it on our own I suppose we know Medicine makes us
Be cruel, be fine Be ready, be mine Be a hole in our side
Always and forever, never say forever
He was afraid of what they may say So he keeps it down He was the blame, he was the naysay Wonder how you left alone the one thing you love Wonder how you left alone the one thing you love
Love me for who I am, not where I've been Eyes are late, we're so strange Strange days
What you mistook for Waiting for a chance to breathe Are you there? Are you fucking listening?
A bounty of slaves Amassed in waves For the barely scene For the branded teen For shadowing skies And the whites of your flexing eyes
Lifting the blisters The quiet earth The Stenographer The more I care she sings To sing something Sing something