From Your Lips

Of modern man the melody of dysfunction is functional

Words that will race, could kill and disgrace you and I

Cause I was fearing nothing till this spilled from your lips

When they come running, When they come running out

Don't say whatever words come into your mind with two sides

So set aside your keys to the futures of these two and hold you

tongue

Cause you don't fight there wars,

the battles they face are not yours to overcome

They were fearing nothing till this spilled from your lips

Build it up to tear it down, promises to count upon

Will hold you to the tyranny

I'm trying just to understand,

your bitter words they bind my hands

That long just to hold you