Monday, February 8, 2010

Truce


I am the ground zero ex-friend you ordered
Disguised as a hero to get past your borders
I know when i'm wanted i'll leave when you ask me to
Mind my own business and speak when i'm spoken to

And if we should meet through some misunderstanding
Ill be very sweet very patient and forgiving
(now get off my side of the street)

And if we should meet one another in passing
Despite these techniques there is sometimes no avoiding
(there must be some kind of mistake)

We'll raise high our white flags and say hi and shake hands
Declaring the land we're on unamerican
We'll call it even

I am the tower around which you orbited
I am not proud, i am just taking orders
I fall to the ground within moments of impact

I hit back if hit
And attack if attacked

I am an accident waiting to happen
I'm laughing like mad while you strangle the captain
My place may be taken, but make no mistake
From a little black box i can say without shame
That you've lost

Do you know what you've lost?

So take whatever you'd like
I'll strike like the States on fire
You won't sleep very tight
No hiding
No safe covers
Make your bed and now lie
Just like you always do
You can fake it for the papers
but i'm on to you....

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