Everybodys shouting / there’s shots out on the streets
I can’t hear the words they’re saying / reports are incomplete
A caustic wind inside the walls
Harsh words rain down upon us all

Gathering a nation, I smell gasoline
The misfits and creations of endless magazines
False clues to what’s behind the door
Can you still see me at all?

I’ll embrace you on the ground/while cameras shoot the sounds
This whole world’s upside down, we still can hear the shouts
I’ll kiss you once and then we’ll crawl
Will you catch me if I fall?
Back t you.
(Like you know I always do)

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