Lyrics A Disruption In Our Lines Of Influence - Cursive

A Disruption In Our Lines Of Influence

The days are spent
Chatting amongst the workers
Of how cold it is outside
Not to mention their greatest fears
Like finding their children neglected and naked
In battle for with some crack fiends
Like a substitute for love
And no one notices something disrupting the normal swing of things
These hands are shaking
The gloves are touching me
Reaper’s regret
This memory has weakened
Now I recall everything
What’s with all the commotion?
I swear there’s nothing to see here
You didn’t see it coming
Already
This is the part where the ambulance comes
There’s a dead man in the street;
We gotta take him to the morgue
He can’t be here;
He’s been blocking traffic for hours
We can’t find him help his will
Something’s disrupting the normal swing of things
This institution
Will run efficiently
Standard regrets
Send the misses our regards
Sign it «deepest sympathies»
Sympathies: some patronage for the weak
I swallowed some musk and now I’m choking it up
I refuse to say they won;
I win the poison all mixed up in my head
On my head, On my head all those phonies were liars
I don’t need this
Let’s disappear
Break it down (repeated x9)
I don’t need this…
Sympathy
I don’t need this