Vocal Shrapnel

Crippled by the call into complete decay.
 An everlasting lost can leave a bitter taste.
 Overrated, she's not faking
 Idiots collect to run a losing pace.
 And I can't run fast enough to beat you in a simple way.
 And then they come, demanding a reaction to the light of day.
 The lazy voice is making noise.
 The reasons clad in vocal shrapnel.
 Settle in the call to mark the minutes by.
 A minute's thick enough to last a long, long while.
 Overrated, she's not faking
 Frozen into place, one million hateful smiles.
 And I can't run fast enough to beat you in a simple way.
 And then they come, demanding a reaction to the light of day.
 The lazy voice is making noise.
 The reasons credit vocal shrapnel.
 I can't run fast enough to beat you in a simple way.
 I can't run fast enough to beat you in a simple way.