Blister

And the swollen fingers

And the blister lingers

And it seems it's all for nothing

And it seems it's all pretend

And the swollen singer

Like a blister, lingers

And I can't tell if he's blushing

Can't tell if he's a friend

As he sucks his thumb and

Has he stuck it somewhere?

And now for every word make sure you're heard here to land

He'll come, he'll come here

As you start to compare

As you start to feel uncertain, undeserving to ascend

You've lost all motivation for

Conversation once again

You grow impatient for

The occupation

And so you blend

Saw your style

As you slip by the

Cracks, but what you lack in patience that you make up for in desire

Liar, liar, liar

The masked admirer

An' as he ran it by his twelve disciples lead tonights messiah (Messiah)

Come to terms kid

You're deserted

Such a tricky game, the flaws'll fade because it's worth it

With a notice

You deserve this

Spoke to what's-his-name for half a day and claimed you've earned it

You've lost all motivation for

Conversation once again

You grow impatient for

The occupation

So you blend

But you're waiting

Just wet your teeth and set yourself on satan

About the things that say you're separating

And you're waiting

And the town is waiting

You've lost all motivation for

Conversation once again

You grow impatient for

The occupation

So you blend