After the bombs will fall
After the words have left my lungs
Inching the choke along
Testing the water with my tongue
The whole scene’s faded
As if the walls are caving
Have to up the medicine
Pamper the tender one
Temper the bile or it may scald
Limping under the ton
Pitching a fight of who’s at fault
Last time I swore no lies and no regrets
But still the problem hasn’t been addressed
You bastards come at me
I pace the cell patiently
You bastards come at me
I pace the cell patiently
The whole scene’s faded
As if the walls are caving
Have to up the medicine
Last time I swore no lies and no regrets
But still the problem hasn’t been addressed
