Tangled
You can't sleep, peel your eyes, your mind creeps
Into this adenoidal state
Packed like lemmings by the day
And you must ask yourself
How could I, how could I, how could I turn the other cheek
'Cause it's so hard not to get mad when your forced to be weak
I can't breath 'cause my lungs are feeling pierced
Filtering through the smog and smoke
Wheezing through this cosmic joke
But it seems to me that sheep can be freed
And see, what it means, where we are, how we fall, the gravity
You can't, you can't, you can't turn the other cheek
When it's so hard not to get mad when your forced to be weak
And I can't sleep
When life deals you a weak hand you must take it
You'll find a way to sort it out
When we're tangled in situations so dirty
You'll find an antiseptic route
Though she never claimed to be a healer
Of the sick, wretched, and her poor
When we're tangled in situations so dirty
We find it hard to ask for more
My nostrils flare as I clench my fist
I wonder in perfunctory madness
How could we, how could we, how could we turn the other cheek
And I can't sleep
When life deals you a weak hand you must take it
You'll find a way to sort it out
When we're tangled in situations so dirty
You'll find an antiseptic route
Though she never claimed to be a healer
Of the sick, wretched, and her poor
When we're tangled in situations so dirty
We find it hard to ask for more
When life deals you a weak hand you must take it
You'll find a way to sort it out
When we're tangled in situations so dirty
You'll find an antiseptic route
Though she never claimed to be a healer
Of the sick, wretched, and her poor
When we're tangled in situations so dirty
We find it hard to ask for more
When we were tangled in situations so dirty
You found us knocking at your door
On our knees screaming let me in as we approached such stormy shores
Though you never promised to be our beacon
Of our hopes, wonders, and our dreams
When we were tangled in situations so dirty
It was you who set me free
Now I can sleep
My nostrils flare as I clench my fist
I wonder in perfunctory madness
How could we, how could we, how could we turn the other cheek
Into this adenoidal state
Packed like lemmings by the day
And you must ask yourself
How could I, how could I, how could I turn the other cheek
'Cause it's so hard not to get mad when your forced to be weak
I can't breath 'cause my lungs are feeling pierced
Filtering through the smog and smoke
Wheezing through this cosmic joke
But it seems to me that sheep can be freed
And see, what it means, where we are, how we fall, the gravity
You can't, you can't, you can't turn the other cheek
When it's so hard not to get mad when your forced to be weak
And I can't sleep
When life deals you a weak hand you must take it
You'll find a way to sort it out
When we're tangled in situations so dirty
You'll find an antiseptic route
Though she never claimed to be a healer
Of the sick, wretched, and her poor
When we're tangled in situations so dirty
We find it hard to ask for more
My nostrils flare as I clench my fist
I wonder in perfunctory madness
How could we, how could we, how could we turn the other cheek
And I can't sleep
When life deals you a weak hand you must take it
You'll find a way to sort it out
When we're tangled in situations so dirty
You'll find an antiseptic route
Though she never claimed to be a healer
Of the sick, wretched, and her poor
When we're tangled in situations so dirty
We find it hard to ask for more
When life deals you a weak hand you must take it
You'll find a way to sort it out
When we're tangled in situations so dirty
You'll find an antiseptic route
Though she never claimed to be a healer
Of the sick, wretched, and her poor
When we're tangled in situations so dirty
We find it hard to ask for more
When we were tangled in situations so dirty
You found us knocking at your door
On our knees screaming let me in as we approached such stormy shores
Though you never promised to be our beacon
Of our hopes, wonders, and our dreams
When we were tangled in situations so dirty
It was you who set me free
Now I can sleep
My nostrils flare as I clench my fist
I wonder in perfunctory madness
How could we, how could we, how could we turn the other cheek
Credits
Writer(s): Matt Lipkins, Joshua Osborne, Adam Hoffman, Chris Destefano, Scott Schwartz
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