Songtext von Please Them

Even when, counting by Fingers I can't quite keep up They flicker like traffic lights Thoughts changing lanes like the signals they come Passed over sugar cubes clouding the glass Clear room on the floor as we sift through the pile At last Sift through the pile at last Sift through the pile Even if, you can't find a reason When logic's in short supply Find something to please them Broken and tranquilized Looking down as I piss on my hand Slide through a metaphor Give this season excuses to last Self medicated through absente of mind Held close to my chest to keep everything just out of sight Just out of Even if, you can't find a reason When logic's in short supply Find something to please them Even if, you can't find a reason When cynics have made it by Find something to please them Now the moments here That they're waiting for Just a throw away They don't care where it comes from And they're waiting for And they're waiting for And they're waiting for They're waiting for Even if, you can't find a reason When logic's in short supply Find something to please them Even if, you can't find a reason When cynics have made it by Find something to please them