No talk No touching White glove thing, Always something. You stand tall Fly your flags Cast your lot, Its always something. Lash out - Crush your brothers To save the mother, Its always something. Kill the girls To save the babies? Or save face? There's always something you'll find - Thought crimes for high minds with idle time... You push To stay distant & Attack the difference - Slways something. You stand tall Fly your flags Cast your lot, It's always something No thought No feeling White glove thing, Always something We run hot With cold touch - It's our loss, But there's always something you'll find. Thought crimes for high minds with idle time... -Call me when you've dropped your flags -Call me when the shuttle lands -Call me when you're back to being you