Defied. I want to stop the clock. I want to stop their cake-holes. The endless prattle, That gives them meaning. Give me a rest from the rail gun. Give me those taciturn tales. Denied. I want to raise the bar. I want to raise a scythe. That makes them look up, From theIr page of blah blah. Give me a rest from the rail gun. Give me those taciturn tales. Right now. Please right now. Complied. I want to give a piece. I want to give them my mind. But I just smile mute. Boo won’t pass through. Give me a rest from the rail gun. Give me those taciturn tales. Please right now. Please right now.
Lyrics by John Berry