State of the Union

When I fall into pieces
I'm sorry that I fell on you
Cause cleaning up after someone else's messy fault
Is a trap that hits your foot and it says your caught
I'm on a tightrope

Feeling all the angels singing in my head
Calling all the rebels that soon you will be dead
Marching to the drum, flag waves high
Bringing you to victory and feeding us the lie

When the bomb falls from my hand
I'm sorry that it fell on you
Cause cleaning up after someone else's messy fault
Is a trap that hits your foot and it says your caught
I'm on a tightrope



Credits
Writer(s): Dan Crowell
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