Nothin', I'll do this one myself Hey, na na na na, hey that's something State of love and trust, and a State of love and trust as I busted down the pretext Sin still plays and preaches, but to have an empty court, uh huh And the signs are passin', grip

(Tearing myself apart) from the things that make me hurt Something aches Bad things slither My floors are burning down And I can't find a window This is medieval This is cerebral