Bumper Crops (v. 2)


Tip toeing on the graves of those
Who knew the truth but who were still overthrown
In the darkness, all the whispers have formed
But no one's listening to them anymore

Golf clapping for the new pretend
Where skating by is what they all must defend
Feed the monsters, 'cause this shit never stops
It's a crazy season for these ol' bumper crops

I don't know why I can't get away
You don't know, there's nothing more to say
Hide the dead and find the lines betrayed
Maybe you just know you'll get your way
Baby knows she'll always get her way

Shadow boxing with some make believes
They're almost fading, but they're always perceived
In the silence, there are deafening cries
To end the madness that's behind these red eyes

Black listing for this consequence
They'd like to stop it, but they're all on the fence
Find the reasons, 'cause they're all gonna know
Now all these bumper crops are still hanging low

I don't know why I can't get away
You don't know, there's nothing more to say
Hide the dead and find the lines betrayed
Maybe you just know you'll get your way
Baby knows she'll always get her way

Say what you mean and do what you want
We're victims of course and we've got scars to flaunt
Excuses to carry the responsible load
To bury the past and watch it explode

And no one here would ever know
No one here will ever know

I don't know why I can't get away
You don't know, there's nothing more to say
Hide the dead and find the lines betrayed
Maybe you just know you'll get your way
Baby knows she'll always get her way

Plug your ears and wait another day
Maybe you just know you'll get your way
Baby knows she'll always get her way

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