You make me feel like I don't understand You make me feel like I wanna be somebody else Each crooked line we draw in the sand A little white lie I wanna keep telling myself Oh bad taste for the fork in your tongue Doesn't everyone's crime against earn the same consequence I won't play bayonet to your gun The last thing you'll ever hear Is my voice Breaking the silence You make me feel like I'm lost in a dream The one where my eyes are given to somebody else I swear to God that you wouldn't believe There's a beautiful light you hiding through hating yourself Oh bad taste for the fork in your tongue Doesn't everyone's crime against earn the same consequence I won't play bayonet to your gun The last thing you'll ever hear is my voice Breaking the silence You make me feel like I don't understand Doesn't everyone's crime against earn the same Breaking the silence The last thing you'll ever hear Breaking the silence