Testo di The Marionette

Definitions are circumstantial, like courtroom evidence Your red is not my red, Your red is not my red Well I'd never jump ship, this boat is surely sinking, you dont like my words I'll carry them someplace else Without an anchor, your left with empty hands, clawing at sand We are the undercurrent, of our age, just like the rip tide We'll suck you, we'll suck you in Your red is not my red, Your red is not my red OH! Today the paper read another teenager found dead Laying face down a syringe screaming, the unsaid! Crutches for sale! Your addictions kill! Crutches for sale! Your addictions kill! Crutches for sale! Your addictions kill! Crutches for sale! Your addictions kill! Without an anchor, your left with empty hands, clawing at sand We are the undercurrent, of our age Just like the rip tide, we'll suck you, we'll suck you in Whats the point in lying? When the truth is this fun Well if you dont like my words, I'll carry them someplace else I'll carry them someplace else, I'll carry them someplace else I'll carry them someplace else, well I'll carry them someplace, someplace else