Clocks

Basing your connections on a premise so thin You can see right through them So brittle it'll crack A smile right back Under your feet Bite off your legs Leave you with stumps Chastise you for whimper and embrace it too We can suck up your weakness And swish it around in our mouths And pass it back And forth And back And forth And back And forth I'm all out of cartridges for you right now We'll have run on different juice I got things to do I don't got the time Hostility vanished outside the chalk circle Replaced my lingering tension And all the power was held within And all the hopefuls could do Was wait Until a decision had been made From the fucking And the fighting And the fucking And the fighting