Mark Twain

I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out Preachers standing tall on the box selling words, I can't relate. Ay I cannot care for the love that is on display, I say. Ay Witches on my case, showin' up, what a shame I can't relate Hiding their face under miles of lace, what's the aim? Mark Twain I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out Who are they to say we like fame, enough There's no praise, we don't imitate You can never blame enough, there's no change They're not who they say I'm done for the day. Ay Preachers standing tall on the box selling words, I can't relate. Ay I cannot care for the love that is on display, I say. Ay I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out Haven't been out for years I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out It's a moment you wasted, you hated You wanted some meaning, it's over, you're fiending You're screaming your fomo You're peeling the layers Revealing the chaos, revealing the chaos