Protest The Hero - Tongue-Splitter lyrics
[Protest The Hero - Tongue-Splitter lyrics]
Psychotherapist once claimed I
Had acute neurosis
Well, I only said a couple words
And he made his diagnosis
He said I could say whatever I
Want because I never chose this
So I spat, grinned and I looked at
Him and blew him a Glasgow kiss
Look out now
I close just one eye
And let a part of me die
Never too sure if it's the truth or a lie
I'm not asking for your pity
"Oh woe is me" sarcastically
I'm not losing sleep pathetically
While waxing so poetically
But, I'm waning, waning alphabetically
As I keep dropping bombs dropping bombs
Dropping bombs apologetically
It was a wicked whimpering Winnipeg night
When my tongue grew wings and took to flight
The thought had never crossed my
Mind before that moment
Is the truth so bent it can't be broken?
My jealousy got the best of me
And had a conference with the rest of me
It said, "If this is all that's left for me
Then there's a little room for regret"
Little voice little voice
Little voice inside my head said
"If you don't regret nothing then you
Might as well be dead
Might as well be dead"
So I apologize
Mostly to the four or five guys
Who stand behind me on the stage every night
As the mic starts to whisper
And the words start to blister
In my mouth that I know aren't right
I gotta get back to who I was
Before my last ten years on autopilot
It's the mask that quite often starts
To eat into your face
So wear it lightly like a cap
That can quickly be replaced
I gotta get back to who I was
Before my last ten years on autopilot
So tell me again how my life should
Have been before I was spineless
Before I gave in
Because everybody thinks it's timeless
Well time's running out
One thing I'll never regret is
I never shed my face
Had acute neurosis
Well, I only said a couple words
And he made his diagnosis
He said I could say whatever I
Want because I never chose this
So I spat, grinned and I looked at
Him and blew him a Glasgow kiss
Look out now
I close just one eye
And let a part of me die
Never too sure if it's the truth or a lie
I'm not asking for your pity
"Oh woe is me" sarcastically
I'm not losing sleep pathetically
While waxing so poetically
But, I'm waning, waning alphabetically
As I keep dropping bombs dropping bombs
Dropping bombs apologetically
It was a wicked whimpering Winnipeg night
When my tongue grew wings and took to flight
The thought had never crossed my
Mind before that moment
Is the truth so bent it can't be broken?
My jealousy got the best of me
And had a conference with the rest of me
It said, "If this is all that's left for me
Then there's a little room for regret"
Little voice little voice
Little voice inside my head said
"If you don't regret nothing then you
Might as well be dead
Might as well be dead"
So I apologize
Mostly to the four or five guys
Who stand behind me on the stage every night
As the mic starts to whisper
And the words start to blister
In my mouth that I know aren't right
I gotta get back to who I was
Before my last ten years on autopilot
It's the mask that quite often starts
To eat into your face
So wear it lightly like a cap
That can quickly be replaced
I gotta get back to who I was
Before my last ten years on autopilot
So tell me again how my life should
Have been before I was spineless
Before I gave in
Because everybody thinks it's timeless
Well time's running out
One thing I'll never regret is
I never shed my face