Restless are the few Rested in their bunkers Taken kind of trash Inside their hearts Tender is the night Tragic are the values That have been entrusted
Ain't it hard to stumble When you've got no place to fall In this whole wide world Yes i go no place at all I'm a stranger here I'm a stranger
I give the punishment I take the brandishment I am the one so hard on me I am the implement I am the battered one (against? I give?) Myself to rape
You know the tin chime in the window Is muted i suppose It's amazing that I can think straight Since you and i got old Then phone rang and you moved
Every boy is Atlas Every boy eats apples Every boy is an asshole So why do you need them In a t-shirt blue Did he feel so cruel But he's so far
