Nod and Applause

Crush me asunder I can't keep my form

My glue gun is under repairs this morning

Nothing seems to last not even my muse

But what is there to grasp when all hell breaks loose

With every inch of my being

With every inch of my being

With every inch I resist the urge

To crawl out of my skin

Something has emerged, with a toothless grin it turns, it turns

How can you tell facts from fiction

These days it sells to stretch and blur the lines

Fill our empty shells we thrive on fiction

We'll eat anything as long as it doesn't change our minds

With every inch of my being

With every inch of my being

With every inch I resist the urge

To crawl out of my skin

Something has emerged, something that will win if we turn, if we turn

Hope is a lost cause

If all you want is a nod and applause

Hope is a lost cause

If all you want is a nod and applause

Hope is a lost cause

If all you want is a nod and applause

If all you want is a nod and applause