From Your Lips

Of modern man the melody of dysfunction is functional
Words that will race, could kill and disgrace you and I
Cause I was fearing nothing till this spilled from your lips
When they come running, When they come running out
Don't say whatever words come into your mind with two sides
So set aside your keys to the futures of these two and hold you
tongue
Cause you don't fight there wars,
the battles they face are not yours to overcome
They were fearing nothing till this spilled from your lips
Build it up to tear it down, promises to count upon
Will hold you to the tyranny
I'm trying just to understand,
your bitter words they bind my hands
That long just to hold you