I’ve seen the way we end up

The explosions and the dark headlines

Yes I’ve seen the way we’re ending

Well we whimper and we whine

 

It’s so cold and calculating

It’s a shock to even time

When our ends and our beginnings

Are all laid out in a line

 

Behind your house

Behind your house

Behind your house

Your graves are being dug from underneath

 

When you take your sins at midnight

To your neighbor’s dirty lawn

Well you think I haven’t notices

But I noted every one

 

And I’ve caught you when you’re looking

And I’ve seen you look the other way

And I know that if you faced me

You’d have nothing left to say

 

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