unwrapped and bitten

an invitation to your side

i missed the friction

if it's in my head, it's in your size

you are, you're making me mad

afraid you've been had again

you are, you're singing so bad

you're singing so sad again

scratch the hideous melody

scrap all the harmonies in 'e'

can't help but spell it out

if it's in my head, it's in your mouth

hang up the phone jaded hand

take a piece of everyone

the day is done

the bread is stale and silence suits me that well

i'm a bitter scale with a broken trust

found the liar in all of us

cause you're better off

you're better off when no one's starving for your company

i think a sour note is a luxury

crass information

spread it

infect somebody else

inspire a nation

if it's in your hand, it's in yourself