I Haven't Heard a Word I've Said - Lambchop

The right of callous goes to malice 
Molder in the grave 
The scene to witness inner fitness 
Leaves without a wave 
To turn about inside the outer 
Layer that we save 
Becomes apparent when we wear it 
Such is the beauty that you gave 

You hypnotize my bloodshot eyes 
The night life's latest craze 
They twist their shouts and jump about 
Our memory isn't fazed 
By doucumentors recent assent 
Into the freakish phase 
Remember that we are the purpose 
Of this human race 

And oh so slowly 
Turn to show me 
Where our points 
Are shaved 
To them that simply 
See us empty 
But for not our 
Amber waves of sin 

A dialogue is half created 
Out of our own words 
We like the texture and pretend 
That this we haven't heard 
Its up to here in good defense 
Another loss is cruel 
But some how with the help of 
Pills, I remain a pillar calm 

Lets guess the number of regrets 
Our good life will acquire 
There seems to be some small 
Discrepancy between the truth and lie 
But somehow we should work around the better half of dead 
Wake up wake up my little one 
My little sleepy head