Trading tongues with the mutes in the steeple. Avoiding all the people. Afraid of saying the wrong things. It only hurts to help the victims know That it's just a joke. Draining the tap attached to the back of their skulls. And the same thing that makes us laugh Shuts our mouth, stabs our back Leaks out from the resevoir Grinning cause it's winning all the time. And the main thing Is that time and time again I've tried to Skip the dark side, satisfied with scoring second place. It only hurts to let the ones who know When they want to go wrong Draining the tap attached to the back of their skulls. It's the main thing that chills our bones Shuts our lips, taps our phones Throws us in the resevoir Grinning cause their winning all the time.