Bite your tongue

Twist it into sentences

Block your ears

Leave no room for critique



Preach your nonsense until all cry murder



Your world it crumbles to your feet

Why change your habits now?



A knack for panic and a fever for terror

A pair of shoes to get you there

And a Sunday school tie to match



Why, it's just tough love

You're the first one to throw stones

And the last to plead guilty

Pray to God there is nothing left

Pray to God that's all that's left

Nothing