The floorboards shake
I can feel it in my toes
There's more to living than the skin we'll soon dispose, And if you don't tempt the hungry tiger With fresh meat on the bone
You might still have a chance,
You might still have a chance...
My fingers shake
The chemicals have reached the bone Life's kind of funny when the poison
You bring home has paid the rent
Clothed, and fed your family
While simultaneously breaking them all down from the inside out. So desolate the place home used to lie,
I sympathize with anyone who's still around.
Now they've quarantined and boarded up our happy little homes I guess it's time to go.
The floorboards shake or is it me that shakes the floor? It's getting hard to notice.
We're side by side by another
With cover ups under control below
This town was built by liars upon the backs of our fathers and it turns out we were getting a bad deal we're only getting closer meanwhile we all far apart and our pleas ignored were more than a letdown.
This town was built by liars...
*Epilogue*
They say there's a little town where the water went bad and the people started changing.
