Fallwell

Duration

3:55

Genres

Modern Rock

Lyrics

Don't be alarmed by what you see. This end of peace of life is free. It's not about the moral fame. Don't fake your words You're bothering me. A backwards claim is all you have Prepare your speech You make me mad. You make me mad. I don't understand at all It's just like writing on the wall I'm torn between two sides of me Is there a humble vanity? Retrace the steps of a homeless man I think I recognize those hands. Your lies have started to decay An understatement of the day They pay to hear your secret advice A selfish ploy you don't think twice. A backwards claim is all you have. Prepare your speech You make me mad. You make me mad. I don't understand at all It's just like writing on the wall I'm torn between two sides of me Is there a humble vanity? Retrace the steps of a homeless man I think I recognize those hands. Hands. You think you get it. You'll never get it, c'mon. You'll think you get it, nu uh. You'll never get it, c'mon. You think you get it. You'll never get it, c'mon. You think you'll get it, nu uh. You'll never get it, c'mon. I don't understand at all It's just like writing on the wall I'm torn between two sides of me Is there a humble vanity? Retrace the steps of a homeless man I think I recognize those hands. Hands. You think you get it. You'll never get it, c'mon. You think you get it. You'll never get it, c'mon. You think you get it, nu uh. You'll never get it, c'mon.