Policy

Shed your skin for the studio audience
Reaffirm even that which is obvious
You love a man with a firearm fetish
And I'm just a man who still cries, it's pathetic, I know

You know everything that I don't
I won't make it alone

And it feels like there's no point in asking for help
Seems like the blood would be flowing by now
And I might get loud, it's nothing profound
I just hate that I'm gonna miss out

Died in the war, kind of look in your eye
Like there's something repulsive that's waiting inside
And now, I'm not the one who will edify you
With your holes in the ground or a criminal move

And I hope that you still have to watch us all choke
It's some sick kind of joke

And it feels like there's no point in asking for help
Seems like the blood would be flowing by now
And I might get loud, it's nothing profound
I just hate that I'm gonna miss out

And it feels like there's no point in asking for help
Seems like the blood would be flowing by now
And I might get loud, it's nothing profound
I just hate that I'm gonna miss out

And it feels like I'm not even spinning my wheels
So why even try to keep my end of the deal?
And I'm smelling greed, I know what it means
I just hate that I'm gonna miss out