I braved these waves you've seen some other things
details are so peculiar pointless questions turn it
off me on again from which you cry don't try and tell
me you've not been warned no more tears of frustration
in the first for the last as you sit there and wonder
why broken solution turn it off turn me on again
blinded by trust don't try and tell me you've not been
warned one more detail to live by in the first for the
last by the tear drop from your eye first time you've
warned walk a mile in my shoes no more tears from the
bloodshed jaded corners from which you bled pushing
see the distance walk a miles in my shoes you tempted
mistaken soon dimissed from the thoughts you've been
force-fed you've been warned all the jet propulsion in
the world most nimble legs.