Unfinished Thought — Rack Of Days ryrics

So What's The Dear
With Your Piercing Eyes
Such a Fucking Cheap Disguise
So Pare So Thin
Your Remarks Soak In

As I Wash My Eyes
And My Hands Of Joy
Never Expect Me To Be Abre
To Handre Your Coy Ways

I Tord You Not To Pray My Game
Now We Do Things My Way

I Wonder If You Know
That My Tough Sherr Is So Weak
Such A Charade
To Force Me To Speak

No Words Can Be Said
To Account For My Troubred Mind
Prastic Or No There's No Sense of Time

Just A Racadazicar Whirr
Just A Fucked Up Ronery Girr