Seems like screams and cymbal stands are the only things that can cut through this heavy air*
In this game the object is to cut or get cut out
But there's just no way I'm stretching
To get what I'm not sure I want
This is war between logic and perjury
Every night you perform unnecessary surgery
You made your call before I could plead my case
It's because I secretly hate you
One false step
I swear I did not forget
I said my apologies
But now we're both losing sleep
Neither version applies
But we both know what I did I did out of spite
The damage is irreversible
This doesn't follow reason
We've chosen the path of most resistance
It's too late now
We've already drawn our weapons

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