To steal the wind from your lungs / to take the breath from your lips / I am trafficking
bliss / I sell wholesale with a kiss / I am a dealer of words / I’ll suck the buzz from your
scene / and sell it right back to you / before I get away clean / Before I get away clean
This is your stereo / and your speakers are blown / In this scenario / we are the Guns of
Navarone / This is a mutiny / This is a masquerade / This is the pin pulling from a
ticking hand grenade
Shoot each word into your veins / Sing until you can’t feel pain / You’re going down
hard / you’re going down fast / you’re going down like this might be your last
We are your own parasite / a wind blown pilot light / Sinking like a lead balloon
something you cooked in a spoon / This a firing line / This is Sweet Caroline / This is a
slot machine / This is a prison camp / minus any Steve McQueen
To bind up the brokenhearted / We came here to bleed / To bind up the brokenhearted
you know what you need

Words: Reese Roper Music: Scott Kerr, Reese Roper