Guitars: Matt Waite, vocals: Matt Tyson
Lyrics
Feel it, you won't feel it coming down
See me, you can't see me coming down
I will have this mask I wear on my face
For all time I’ll find there’s no way from this place
Unconventional drama is measureable to the naked eye
Colossal mistake with enduring roar
Banished trademark for evermore
You are a snake-skinned lie, a lynch mob
Chasing dreams with nightmares
Connect, control
The art that's never seen cannot fail
Draw the line, and refine all these thoughts in my mind
I'll demand, understand (by what I see with my eyes)
Chalk it up to blind enthusiasm
It's charms are best viewed in bleak silence
Chalk it up to blind enthusiasm
Neighborhood politics stop on a dime
Bad one-liners soak up every last moment
Nail the mood down to achieve the common ground
Approach the world, it seems so unkind
You can't see me coming down
Feel it, you won't feel it coming down
Your heart could break and you will not feel it...
