Wearing thin, dragging out
Like a cellophane daydream
You and I, eye to eye
Chasing something we can bury deep

Black sheep, crawling
Toward the sound
Glass house, falling
Toward the ground

I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know

Place the fucking blame

Blame

Set the pace

Where you gonna go?
You're stepping on your soul
Where you gonna go?
You're stepping on your soul