Fucked Up - Life In Paper lyrics
[Fucked Up - Life In Paper lyrics]
Who can I trust? All I see is an empty sky
Who can I trust? What good God
Don't hear my cries? Who can I trust?
These paper walls are closin' in on me
Who can I trust?
Nothin' left for me to believe
Crooked compass to navigate
And slanted motive, you narrate
Cross the line to twist fate
Lose the plot as you obdurate
Prop yourself on a turn of phrase
What are you hiding, why're you afraid?
I see a bias lurking in your verbs
Your actions speak louder than your words
As you allege I must object
You are the cause to the effect
Dot your I's and cross your T's
Build a cage of words, throw away the keys
Paint a picture with foul adjectives
Punish the subject with the subjective
Steal the scene for your pronouncement
Of a sentence for common nouns
But, you changed the name
Before the predicate
An error of grammatical etiquette
I stand alone with my independent clause
She may be gone but I'm not the cause
Left you to roll with your passive voice
Our outcome is not your choice
Tried to set the tone and tense
This life in paper you have spent
Has left you cruel and discontent
Rip the pages right out your books
Blind to your words, deaf to your hooks
Escape the tempo and the time
I cut the bars and fall out of my lines
Who can I trust? What good God
Don't hear my cries? Who can I trust?
These paper walls are closin' in on me
Who can I trust?
Nothin' left for me to believe
Crooked compass to navigate
And slanted motive, you narrate
Cross the line to twist fate
Lose the plot as you obdurate
Prop yourself on a turn of phrase
What are you hiding, why're you afraid?
I see a bias lurking in your verbs
Your actions speak louder than your words
As you allege I must object
You are the cause to the effect
Dot your I's and cross your T's
Build a cage of words, throw away the keys
Paint a picture with foul adjectives
Punish the subject with the subjective
Steal the scene for your pronouncement
Of a sentence for common nouns
But, you changed the name
Before the predicate
An error of grammatical etiquette
I stand alone with my independent clause
She may be gone but I'm not the cause
Left you to roll with your passive voice
Our outcome is not your choice
Tried to set the tone and tense
This life in paper you have spent
Has left you cruel and discontent
Rip the pages right out your books
Blind to your words, deaf to your hooks
Escape the tempo and the time
I cut the bars and fall out of my lines