Hands and Faces

How can I not taste it,

When it's right there put it in my hand.

And let's not put it in their faces.

Hide the obvious just a little bit,

It's coming to this.

You'll know they'll never face it,

They're just a face all covered with a rag.

And they can't stop talking,

So the bigger it gets.

And yeah they take up space but still nothing's wasted.

A lie is a lie with crossed hearts and hopes to die.

You can find me underground,

Where I can't hear a sound.

I watched you get down on your knees,

In hopes that I would turn around.

So now you'll find me underground,

Where I can't hear a sound.

I tried hard to erase it.

I tried not to use it cause' I can.

And don't tell me what a race is,

Cause I can get fucked up more than a little bit

It's coming to this.

We pay to watch it wasted,

They're just a face all covered with a rag.

And they might keep running,

But the slower they move.

And those moves in time with their perfect placement.

What can I say,

I would have gone another way

Cause that isn't me.

I was born to fade away.

It's nothing you did, just something I felt as a kid.

And now I can't feel

I can't feel anything at all.

It's nothing at all,

I feel nothing at all