crash! go our egos, as we smash into each other's hearts.
Our psyches clash, we're eating broken glass again.
We're right back here, where we swore we'd never set foot again.

Spitting sharpest splinters at each other through bleeding tongues,
Running for our lives, ducking the explosions, we've got one ankle caught in the trap.

And I know the story, and you know the story and we're both sick of our part,
But I don't see either one of us getting the hell off the stage.

Here we stand knee deep in each other's crap, I throw it at you and you hurl it back.
Well I remember some faraway days when we were lovers and not partners in rage.

val: voice, acoustic guitar
lucio: electric guitar
tobias hawkins: djembe & dumbek