Текст песни Repercussions

I am thinking about repercussions.

That extra twang you hear when an in-experienced orchestra performs.

It reverberates throughout the day.

It's an odd look my momma gives me, her hound-like senses smelling the truth.

I am thinking about fingers.

Fingers in your mouth, on a keyboard... fingers on a mouse.

Fingers that till now I did not touch.

That a few hours ago were loosening the knot.

-Solo-

I am tasting my lower lip.
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Bruised and raw against my tongue... it's hanging on for dear life.

When it sees familiar faces it might just drop... and follow my jaw to the ground.

I am reminded of how even my own body refused to allow anyone in.

All my past transgressions wiped clean hallelujah hallelujah wiped clean from sin.

The tender pain I calmly downplay... How I am cleaved in two by a friend.

And now I am wondering... what ensues the question "What do we do? What happens now?"

Gaddammit. This shit is hard...

I am thinking about repercussions.

That extra twang you hear when an in-experienced orchestra performs.

It reverberates throughout the day... ooh yeah yeah... with time, it steals away.