Letra de 365

Caught in the act, you fucking thief
Give it back; it's not yours to keep
I guess you're trying to prove that candy-coated bullshit still goes down smooth
So we won't choke or gag, just wave the white flag
You're intimidated so you stick with the sickness
And you use your favorite dirty tricks to inflict this
I've always had my doubts but our vision's so myopic we see no way out
As long as hope exists, it will be met with angry words and swinging fists
But there's an itch that we've got to scratch
So set the fuse and we'll strike the match