You make me feel like I don't understand
You make me feel like I wanna be somebody else
Each crooked line we draw in the sand
A little white lie I wanna keep telling myself
Oh bad taste for the fork in your tongue
Doesn't everyone's crime against earn the same consequence
I won't play bayonet to your gun
The last thing you'll ever hear
is my voice
Breaking the silence
You make me feel like I'm lost in a dream
The one where my eyes are given to somebody else
I swear to God that you wouldn't believe
There's a beautiful light you hiding through hating yourself
Oh bad taste for the fork in your tongue
Doesn't everyone's crime against earn the same consequence
I won't play bayonet to your gun
The last thing you'll ever hear is my voice
Breaking the silence
You make me feel like I don't understand
Doesn't everyone's crime against earn the same
Breaking the silence
The last thing you'll ever hear
breaking the silence
