Scapegoat - Dinner for Four Lyrics
Pull the curtain,Bring wall paper,down Like the burn of the ovenA note which knows no soundOne gram short of a poundAnd all that jazzOn sky beams, or on cat walks, its all green to meIn short your growing into silenceA voice that cant be heard 20/20But I am blind leave what you think behindWith half a distance of a distanceYou will never arrive in shortYou're growing into silence a bed which you have madeI will continue to support youYou think you cannot be out smartedWhile you ***** me I'll keep my enemies closeWhile I ***** you tooTension that comes from every directionA pull without a releaseIt's good to know you feel the need to contractUpon the very words in which I failed to reactFor this is why I cannot let this bitterness lieVirtue is my enemy with the devil at my sideHe sits upon my shoulder, as I sit upon your wordsAwaiting this consumption brings my level down to yoursWhen an eye is milked for all its worthHow can you ask why the weak must cry?We've seen too much in this holocaustWe've unintentionally, internally brought upon us, actualityBringing us down to earth