In between the lines there's a lot of obscurity.
I'm not inclined to reside to maturity.
If it's all right, then you're all wrong,

But why bounce around the same old song?
You'd rather run when you can crawl.


I know, you know, that I'm not telling the truth.
I know, you know, they just don't have any proof.
Face the deception, learn how to bend,

Your worst inhibitions,
They'll psych you out in the end.