Broken Arm 가사

i think i finally understand the way a broken arm can hate the hand the way a farmer hates his crop the way a lawyer hates the honest cop the smell of chamomile beneath my sickle blade will not comfort the cancer-stricken or provide some common shade i finally woke up at the drop and told the driver that he had to stop and then he got down on his knees you know these actors always die in threes the sound of dialog translated by a hack it gives me chills when she pays the bills and still has time to surprise attack come out come out come out and say it why can't you come out and say it come out come out come out and say it why can't you come out and say it the look of camouflage on the ones who beg the decider says i'm a fighter but i can't feel my fucking legs lalalalala come out come out come out and say it why can't you come out and say it come out come out come out and say it why can't you come out and say it come out come out come out.