Show me your disguise
  [bad word] soul
  My insulated cold and borrowed
  Show me where you'll hide
  When everything is bold
  When I can't even scold tomorrow 
  
  [bad word] 
  I tried to say I'm sorry
  But everyone was gone
  The clouds betray the story
  And everything
  Everything is wrong 
  
  Careful what you say
  The center never folds
  The past is always gold tomorrow
  I can hear you sigh
  From half a smile away
  The bills are never paid with sorrow 
  
  [bad word] 
  Maybe it's too late
  To start another page
  To finish what we've made with violence
  In between the lines
  There's nothing left to say
  There's nothing left to break but silence