The Wind Blows Paroles

the bag of tricks on which we stand
consigned the waste that serve again

forgiving those
as we forgive
return to you
and watch you shit

sell your truth
and give a shit
and this is what
we think of it

your truth is snide
your truth is fake
your truth is all
that we can take

so fuck you all
fuck your friends fuck your fathers
curse his hands

we always did
as we were told
we never planned
to lose control

and in the end
when all is done
you can't control
what's not begun