I've got a reason to be trapped inside this womb.
No such thing as treason can infiltrate this room.
Unless you have the time to let it run away.
I've got another day for asking where you've been.
We've gone out and our way from the lion's den.
And we're sleeping softly like everything is okay.
Isolation,
angry damnation,
lost vacation,
it makes me cringe.
Concentration,
on wrong attention,
evil attraction,
life is on a binge.
Mountain breaths and valley springs to let us out.
Counting deaths every day just wanna make us shout.
I've got a reason to be this lonely fool.
You come along just to see if we'll start a fight.
Long winds bring those long winter nights.
We overplay it as being cruel.
Isolation,
angry damnation,
lost vacation,
it makes me cringe.
Concentration,
on wrong attention,
evil attraction,
life is on a binge.
But oh will the trust flow back into the waters of life?
But oh can you give a poor man some advice?
What's your pleasure what's your vice?
Are they making sure that they're treating you nice?
I can't be the judge of that.
I can't be the judge of that.
You'll be the judge of that.
I can't be the judge of that.