Music: Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum
Large in the margin my drama unfolds behind close doors
Told on the down low I beleive that I’m sold but really I
don’t know Maybe it’s better but I can’t think
so Maybe it’s better to light One never ever knows Believe
the rumors that grow like tumors It’s more fun than the truth
that we know Trying to hard to reach a higher plain Will
fuck you up When you least expect it You think you’re moving
closer when suddenly you wrecked it But all the same the pain
gains wisdom As if you ain’t had enough then you’re
in some Prison of your own creation mental dialation Look at what
you’re facing placing blame in every direction But in the
end it’s your own infection (Chorus)
There’s no way to avoid listening You’ll always end
up listening Here’s hoping the vocies aren’t too unkind
Here’s hoping the voices are benign It’s easier when
you hear it There’s no reason to fear it It’s you You
You think they’ll probably find you Well then, you’re
probably right Cuz they’ll come back to remind you for eternity
Of when you gave up the fight Somehow they always will find you
The voices in the night, everynight Keep coming back to remind
you for eternity Of when you gave up the fight (Chorus)