Object

Crossed eyes do their own lives

Rubbed signs, scrubbed lines

Too far from the cover

To the compromise of the other one's tries

Consequence, consequence

It's the obvious

Confess

You left with a little bit less

Your rathers and anothers

Falling into you now you've come through

Hope grinds even hard minds

They keep their cracks paved

To appear more brave

Hard to find, hard to find

Is it an object?

Is it that obvious?

Do you object?

You've had hard times

At least then you tried

I'm lost in your cover

Keep covering

But let

Compromise, compromise

Be your object

Keep it obvious

I won't object

Time to find, time to find

Their new object

Keep them oblivious

They won't object

Consequence, consequence

Is it the object?

Is it obvious?

Do you object?

Consequence, consequence

Is it the object?

Is it obvious?

Do you object?