Lyrics

I can hear ‘em

They are there in the void
They make me simply paranoid
Tiny sinners having diner on my mind
They are part of the mess
Supplying backup to my stress
Evil doers in the sewers of my spine

(Chorus)
I can hear ‘em

They drive full speed in vane
In the oncoming lane
Racing actions in a fraction they may win
They sew what is to come
Responsible for all I’ve done
I’m the cushion they’re there pushing in the pins

(Chorus)

They are designers of mistake
The seamstress of my fate
Making fashion without passion they’re impure
They are the half that makes me one
Sipping wine with the good sum
They’ve no boundaries they’ve done found me that’s for sure

(Chorus)

They are pawns on a quest
Checkmating the pressure in my chest
Kings of panic simply frantic and annoyed
They are bad when things are good
Seldomly understood
They are ravers adding flavor to my noise

Ronnie LeBlanc 1990 - 2011 © All Rights Reserved