Shut your fucking mouth

Tradition, does not seem to be working
Because of its mechanical tone
It's one that paralyzes my thoughts
And defies my suspense

I breeze through walls
As they scratch my floor boards

A blue light looks up, white flash looks away
And one blue little fuck makes me look up
And two blue creepy fucks make me look away

This is not the truth
This is lies, this is bullshit

I resolve you as a trick of hand
And a joke of sight
I resolve you as a trick of hand
And a joke of sight