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