The Dutch Are Practical, It's A Hub - Lyrics - A Voice Like Rhetoric

Excuses and another i suppose I'll wait until it shuts off How am i not myself? This would be much faster How and i not myself? This could spell disaster The excuses i breath Are not only leaving They repeat Oh one on one How i miss you In a crowded room The same way they parley How and i not myself? This would be much faster How am i not myself? This could spell... The excuses i breath are not only leaving They repeat I need to get out! Profane etching on our bare walls With profanity sketched on blank walls Which only wait for an ill fated end I am swallowing every single word I'll escape by standing right where i am