Finks
A lie that's of no aim which follows secrets bleeding to you
Painted over beauty with tattoos of pink and blue
Parlor games in time will rob you of the energy which loves you
Do you see that soon I won't be able to weep for you?
I will weep for you
I will preach the truth but it won't be truth
I will reach for you
I will contact you with an outstretched will because
Some of them are astral city slickers, shrewd and untrustworthy
Leaving you asphyxiated, trapped in a world within
Subtle claws have scratched the lining, leaving you hanging on to your skin
Monitors of you monopolies, though soon they will come again
They will turn you in
They will turn you in and I know they will
They will come again
They were here before and they're after joe again
When I get tired it always happens
There comes a lonely man saying
Don't walk away from those who wanna reach you
They will reach for you
They will reach for you
They will reach for you
They will reach for you
Mentirosos
Una mentira sin objetivo que sigue secretos sangrando hacia ti
Pintado sobre belleza con tatuajes de rosa y azul
Juegos de salón con el tiempo te robarán la energía que te ama
¿Ves que pronto no podré llorar por ti?
Lloraré por ti
Predicaré la verdad pero no será verdad
Te alcanzaré
Te contactaré con una voluntad extendida porque
Algunos de ellos son listillos de la ciudad astral, astutos e indignos de confianza
Dejándote asfixiado, atrapado en un mundo interior
Garras sutiles han arañado el revestimiento, dejándote aferrado a tu piel
Monitores de tus monopolios, aunque pronto volverán
Te entregarán
Te entregarán y sé que lo harán
Volverán
Estuvieron aquí antes y van tras Joe de nuevo
Cuando me canso siempre sucede
Viene un hombre solitario diciendo
No te alejes de aquellos que quieren alcanzarte
Te alcanzarán
Te alcanzarán
Te alcanzarán
Te alcanzarán