Nothing's Wrong

A wicked decision

We can agree

A wicked decision

Nothing's wrong with you and me

A week in the forest

A week in the fog

You'll be sad to hear that

I I I I I was robbed

And we're gonna own it

A fist to the voice

And we've found the music

Why did you try at the choice?

And decapitation

for failing to see

Nothing in this whole wide world saves us from this situation

[Nothing can save us]

Don't stop talkin' to me please

baby cut me all to pieces

If you really want hell, hell

Ripped apart by the crows not the vultures

No one in this fair new world can talk us through this situation

Speak in the garden

You burn down the trees

I'll leave out the teasin'

while you are down on one knee

Never is heavy

and heavy is fine

but only in the street man

you ate your words wrong this time

It's wicked where you tread

Shot an arrow in your head

Since the apple wasn't there, yeah.

Ripped apart by the crows and the vultures

Ignore me in the parking lot

I'm petrified by conversation.

It's wicked where you tread

They shot an arrow at your head

Since the apple wasn't there, yeah.

We're ripped apart by the crow and the vultures

Ignore me in the parking lot

I'm petrified by conversation.