I braved these waves you've seen some other things
details are so peculiar pointless questions turn it
off me on again from which you cry don't try and tell
me you've not been warned no more tears of frustration
in the first for the last as you sit there and wonder
why broken solution turn it off turn me on again blinded
by trust don't try and tell me you've not been warned
one more detail to live by in the first for the last
by the tear drop from your eye first time you've warned
walk a mile in my shoes no more tears from the bloodshed
jaded corners from which you bled pushing see the distance
walk a miles in my shoes you tempted mistaken soon
dimissed from the thoughts you've been force-fed you've
been warned all the jet propulsion in the world most nimble legs.