Tongue In Chic 歌词

The truth is repulsive, utter imperfection Impulsive urges carelessly lain on the unsuspecting victim Gracefully tear open the vulnerable Vicious thoughts carried out with a dormant mind Tell me what you see, because these eyes know Tastelessly disposed with no remorse When you come to point your finger Now you'll find all 4 are pointing back When speeches are worthless and thoughts are senseless Hushed voices drown you out Listen to me when I say I am not afraid to say this Exposed for what you are, you are numb and void And I am sick to death anyway Always amounting to apology When you are proven guilty Yet allowed to move freely Now I am seeing clearly Oh now how the plot thickens As I am crawling like a fog Then away I drift Not only dismissed I swear I quit