The problem isn't a lack of imagination
More a lack of application
So carve up the face and forget the name Believe neither story and tear up the page My ears ring like a broken record
My heart skips like a telephone
You pull my words from between the lines
I the pull the marrow out from the bone
I'm having a hard time finging
New things to yell about
When I can't keep a smile off my face
We make room in our shallow graves
We welcome our pretty imprisonment
Just like we envisioned it
Do tell telephone.

Lyrics submitted by MrClean03

Transistor Transistor vs. The Narcs song meanings
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