Letras: Strung Out. An American Paradox. Alien Amplifier.

Just one more verse I swear
Just one more line to rhyme with the last one
I didn't really mean to write at all

And it's all my fault
I'm wasting precious time on words
That never seem to get through to anybody else

Here alone I don't know what I wanna say
When you're around I got a lot to write about
And words are lies, convenience in disguise
Communication scratched down, over analyzed

And it's all your fault
I've broken everything I own
Unable to spit out while you're standing there waiting for me

Here alone I don't know what I wanna say
When you're around I got a lot to think about
And words are lies, convenience in disguise
And we'll never really let each other in

And we're all dead, communications dead
And I'm no better than the worst I speak about
Give me sound, some frequency in line
To understand what you really wanna say

Here alone I don't know what I wanna say
But when you're down I got a lot to write about
And words are lies, convenience in disguise
And we'll never really let each other in