The Used

How can I not taste it,
when it's right there put it in my hand.
And let's not put it in their faces.
Hide the obvious just a little bit,
It's coming to this.
You'll know they'll never face it,
They're just a face all covered with a rag.
And they can't stop talking,
so the bigger it gets.
And yeah they take up space but still nothing's wasted.
A lie is a lie with crossed hearts and hopes to die.
WooooOoooo,
You can find me underground,
where I can't hear a sound.
I watched you get down on your knees,
in hopes that I would turn around.
So now you'll find me underground,
where I can't hear a sound,
Where I can't hear a sound.
I tried hard to erase it.
I tried not to use it cause' I can.
And don't tell me what a race is,
Cause I can get fucked up more than a little bit
It's coming to this.
We pay to watch it wasted,
They're just a face all covered with a rag.
And they might keep running,
but the slower they move.
And those moves in time with their perfect placement.