About as subtle as an earthquake, I know,
my mistakes were made for you.

And in the back room of a bad dream, she came,
and whisked me away, enthused.

And it's solid as a rock rolling down a hill,
The fact is that it probably will hit something,
On the hazardous terrain.

And we're just following the flock, round
And in-between, before we smash to smithereens
Like they were, and we scramble from the blame
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth,
She couldn't help, but spit 'em out
Innocence and arrogance intwined
In the filthiest of minds

Shes was bitten on her birthday, and now
A face in the crowd, she's not
And I suspect that now, forever the shape
She came to escape, is forgot,
And it's a lot to ask her not to sting and give
Her less than everything,
Around your crooked conscience she will wind.

And we're just following the flock, round
And in-between, before we smash to smithereens
Like they were, and we scramble from the blame
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth,
She couldn't help, but spit 'em out
Around your crooked conscience she will wind

And it's a lot to ask her not to sting and give
Her less than everything,
Innocence and arrogance intwined

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