كلمات Flash Burns From Flashbacks

I never knew if I should ask you I never thought the time was right He's the proof that untouched ruse A courtroom sketch of lifeless eyes The constant need to disassemble The softening that holds his reigns I think I'm comin' undone He brought the gavel to run All the crooked, little cities Will the starlets guard their drinks now? Forty winks till slumberland Push the hoax and drill the script Teleprompter or polygraph? I'll try to erase it But your faith has set the trap I think I'm comin' undone He brought the gavel to run All the crooked, little cities The burning film in your projector Ulcerous amnesia Memories, they're not so fond of my mind But I will erase you The flash burns from flashbacks I think I'm comin' undone He brought the gavel to run All the crooked, little cities No, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no I think I'm comin' undone I think I'm comin' undone I think I'm comin' undone I think I'm comin' undone I think I'm comin' undone I think I'm comin' undone