Texty:
Guided By Voices Tear It Out

I challenge you to figure out the truth A picture and a spoiling wasted youth Tear it out, there must be three of us Show me how you know it can't be Finding out

Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies 'Til the tombstones of damage read me no questions but 'please What's wrong and what's exactly the matter?' And so it did happen like it

a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors Where nothing is exactly how it seems You're reaching out, you're so close you can touch it But it all disappears when it

(tearing at the pages of our past) Oh, baby -- this is the straight path of history (human motion -- land and ocean) Try to run, try to hide It's been

I conjure you Barron, Satan, Beelzebub By the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit By the Virgin Mary and all the saints to appear in person So that you

sitting in a wheel chair, used to pull the button tattoo's award now, scars from the button hey, hey, let me tell you something ... hatred, ... put it together now, what do you get ? ... by

waited? In a world that's quick to judge I will try to understand It's so hard to find your way When you have no voice to guide you CHORUS No voice,

, run away) See what became out of her darling man See what became out of that man [White Pearl, Black Oceans...] I was born and raised by the sea,

We are lost on the sea of mystery And when the night is getting darker See a light it might just get us out alive One by one they've torn our dreams apart