There's a sword in your side, but you ignore until blood shows
And later on when it's gone, when somethings wrong the violence grows
and it's designed to spy and try to poke your eyes, while laying low
Beneath the seven different reasons for satellites
Eleven different reasons for fists in fights
There's never been a reason for shouting where it's quite, but no ones ever listening
Seven different reasons for satellites
Eleven different reasons for fists in fights
There's never been a reason for shouting where it's quite, but no one's ever listening
The need to shout!
The need to shout!
The need to shout! No one's ever listening
And don't go dragging yout name, through the mud and rain
When it dries I know some dust that wants to get in your eyes
Put a stethoscope on, you'll notice the beat is gone
All that's left is hesitations from your previous life
