Текст песни IN THE ARMOR - Radio Edit - Son of Paper

There are days I wear grandpa's arms around like a scarf
Sunday service at Sansun on Stockton
Boy stand if you are able, I'm Aesop like fables
There's someone at the door, a grown man gripping on my throat before it hit the floor

I cover up deep scars with tissue paper
Wrap floss around my fingertips until they scream stop
You - go back to China go back to China, go back
I'm still in Chinatown, wishing I was out
Yeah ten years of wishing as a fish that I could drown!
Sincerely paper

Every time I leave the house I put my armor on
If a chinks in it they might see I can't respond, to loaded questions
This rapper's a Decepticon I dream big but I still be sleeping at my moms
I don't have a plan B, the boldest matador until they send a stampede
I'm five ten with Tims filled to the brim with overconfidence, in reality
My wife will probably face the consequence

What the hell's a consequence?
To a private school kid with no common sense
A waste of time waste of talent waste of father too
All to show em that I really had the follow through
Let's go, to places so unknown
That we can't find a bar of service on our smarty phones
Yeah, I walk this lonely road of chasing after huh and as for love I only make the most

Walk with me, you don't need to talk to me
If our city's up in flames would you pour with me?
Walk with me, you don't need to talk to me
If our city's up in flames would you pour with me?