Texty:
Frenzal Rhomb Shut Your Mouth

bare your soul upon the lyric sheet The pain you feel behind closed doors of your penthouse suite The tour bus and the backstage pass The record company kiss your

I'll keep moving till the day I die To the dance, dance-ecution I feel the rhythm till my final hour Dance, dance, dance-ecution I'm not feeling so low

Ever felt you've been at the bottom of the barrel There isn't any sunlight and there's no room To extend your arms and legs Have you ever felt like someone

, you can't see your face at all It's alright, you can't see your face It's alright, you can't see your face at all It's alright, you can't see your

I don't feel comfortable in the emperor's new clothes I talked of ecstasy, you said 'I'll have one of those I wouldn't listen, no I wouldn't change my

Hey there believers Best thing I can do is keep you all in the dark Hey there believers Thanks for another sympathetic remark But I can't see who is

I've been living on a quarter of speed And I don't wanna die I'm damn near drowned in a pile of sick No, I don't wanna die Smashed up face in a parking

where it ends is still a mystery, Laugh, you're not alone, In feeling trapped inside this cycle on your own Break out, It's not too late, Protecting your

You bear your soul upon the lyric sheet The pain you feel behind closed doors of your penthouse suite The tour bus and the backstage pass The record company kiss your