Ice Cream With The Enemy — текст песни (None More Black)

Face it.
I`m catching all your drifts.
They`re blowing eastward, through my door and out my window.
Originate in mouth.
In innuendos.
Every word is meant to hurt.
Meant to feel like war.
I`ve had enough.
All`s fair only when the weather is.
The air is right for shooting down my best intentions,
but all the good it`s done.
We`ll never mention.
Just like the worst. Just like the worst.
Hot tounges and poor little lungs are burnt to a crisp from fire that we spit.
No wins with sharp bloody pins that we`ve hired and fired at will.
They`re sticking in my skin.
I`ve had enough.
Allies are worthless in this shit-faced fucking
that I fear has grown to pity me for the damage done
and you for the healing.
When neither side has meant to hurt.
Now when I get lost.
I follow the blood trail home to my disgust
and think of all the wrong things I could be doing...
and all the good times I could ruin.
"Hey, I wouldn`t worry about it man.
Do what you can try not to hide."
"Hey, I wouldn`t worry about it man.
Do what you can to feel alive."