Insensitive Tempo

They found her bleeding on the floor
Her lover's handprint on the door
He'll say his passion drives him mad
I care too much, please, take me back again

No matter how they spin it, it's a violent assault (violent assault)
Confusing insecurity with the same need to control

Why is it low? Why is it low?
Insensitive tempo, insensitive tempo
(Why is it so? Why is it so?)
(Why is it so? Why?)

I hate excuses for their lies
A crime of passion is still a crime, you know
Don't ever shape your happiness by what they'll allow
And never dim your light because it makes someone insecure

Why is it so low? Why is it so low?
Insensitive tempo, insensitive tempo
Why is it so low? Why's the bar so low?

All the red flags go unchecked when we are taught they're intimate
Neon red flags glow when we don't give them weak excuses
That's when we know how to see what you are
What you are

All we are doing is making excuses for
All the cowards in sheepskin suits
All we are doing is making excuses
All we're doing is making excuses
Are you listening to all their stories?
Listening to what we allow in the name of love