Текст песни Foreword - The Procussions
I'm
afraid
of
what
she
means
to
me
I'm
ashamed
of
how
mean
I
can
be
I
bow
scene
after
scene
I'm
proud,
being
like
me
is
loud
Defending
a
cloud
Pretending
that
I'm
seen
by
a
crowd
How
to
handle
a
narcissist
caught
in
his
own
reflection
Vandalize
it
with
causes
that
cost
him
his
own
rejection
Only
for
a
second
though
as
if
to
check
the
rope
Before
you
swing
into
the
air
and
let
it
go
Moving
glaciers
is
our
human
nature
Snowmen
I
seek
no
man
grooming
his
nomenclatures
I
need
a
silent
time
to
dim
a
vibrant
mind
Dare
me
in
the
dark
scare
me
with
the
light
I
find
Like
in
a
diamond
mine
these
round
brilliant
brown
filaments
eyes
They
find
me
and
my
villain
disguise
Now
who
am
I
to
despise
myself
And
love
me
at
the
same
time,
realize
thyself
Mapped
by
all
senses
trapped
by
all
tenses
Clap
by
all
means
it
weans
the
apprehensive
The
all
seeing
defenses
bat
at
all
things
it
deems
offensive
Drew
a
pistol
when
just
a
kiss
will
do
Even
when
I
can't
stand
you
I
miss
you
too
See
the
world
like
a
missile
do
Never
stalling
in
the
launch
or
pausing
in
the
arch
Just
falling
to
a
home
I
built
leaving
it
charred
Breathing
is
hard
The
wheezing
I
disregard
There's
only
one
reason
Charge
I
mean
glory
I
mean
charge
like
in
Glory
Glory
as
in
the
mornings
She
charge
me
in
the
light
and
write
in
me
a
story
Till
morning
turns
to
night
And
I
cease
to
charge
Give
me
peace
and
a
reason
to
recharge
Safety,
this
is
what
it
made
me
New
world
no
escape
key
Shake
me
like
a
baby
if
I
cry
too
much
Fell
in
love
with
a
world
but
she
lied
too
much
Fell
in
love
with
a
girl
who's
eyes
do
touch
Who's
hands
do
see
Who
finds
me
clutched
To
this
stool
To
this
side
of
the
pool
My
cars
outside
Cool
Putting
on
my
face
Because
everybody's
miming
The
bar
is
just
an
honest
place
Where
everybody's
lying
Odd
timing
when
I'm
telling
a
joke
To
keep
the
swelling
in
my
throat
From
developing
hope
Who's
selling
me
that
soap
but
a
bloke
in
the
mire
Throwing
me
his
pitch
as
coach
and
umpire
Came
to
get
a
hit
with
his
throat
on
fire
He
came
blaming
the
rich
for
a
blown
out
tire
I
said
I'm
quite
certain
we
in
a
light
curtain
Staring
into
the
night
like
is
this
mic
working
I
fight
versions
of
me
to
find
the
right
person
See
how
his
sight
serves
him
and
if
he
likes
Gershwin
Certainly
it's
him
Certainty
is
thin
Sure
as
the
shylock
working
me
within
I
call
a
truce
Found
the
exit
in
the
excuse
The
fit
noose
getting
loose
With
every
sipped
goose
The
golden
droplet
Hold
it
hostage
in
an
eyebrow
Bulging
sockets
only
profit
When
you
lie
down
Putting
on
a
face
Cus
everyone
is
miming
The
bar
is
just
an
honest
place
Where
every
body's
lying
In
outer
space
a
fire
timing
Higher
climbing
Throwing
silver
to
the
sky
lining
Good
morning
1 Foreword
2 The Fringe
3 Today
4 On a Mountain
5 On a Mountain
6 Badges
7 Insomnia
8 December
9 Modern Warfare
10 Iron Vox
11 Phantasm
12 Phantasm
13 The Drum
14 DNA
15 Shouts
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