War Machine

Don't ask questions to which you know the answers
Am I in trouble? Am I in trouble?
Don't ask questions to which you know the answers
What did I do wrong? What did I do wrong?
Despite all my feints and dodges
He will read me clean
He will read me clean
Don't ask questions to which you know the answers

And certainly we bruise what we love
And love is prescient to the surrender of
When you struck me
When you bore down
When you ignored me
But you kept me around
I held it back, I slapped my wrist
I nearly said it I nearly said it I nearly said it I nearly said it I nearly said it I nearly said it I nearly said it I nearly said it
Why'd you hurt me?

I am a pilot of precision writing red a red-tongued snake licking the words formally prescribed to the page a shining perfect conductive conduit, message sent just as received, perhaps a little cold but there it is I am a war machine

мой дух, Я тебя люблю
And any act in my defense could only ever seem to be
A flash of armor in the field, an act of desperate jealousy
And you would sell me off as soon as it was easy
As if wasn't there to please as if I wasn't on my knees
As if I'm only worth the parts
A stack of money and a breeze
And you know well that I could say as much if I was pressed to plea
It was only love it was only love it was only love...

Amazing grace: I forgot my name
What's erased will remain
Amazing grace: I forgot my name
What's erased will remain