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Breathing Is A Sign Of Guilt

from Bridges, Matches And Gasoline by Halfway To Hell Club

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Oh great, so here we go again.
You're the plaintiff and I'm the defendant,
Won't you make your opening argument?

It's just some words that I left for dead,
Brought back to life and made current
Twist them to fit your intentions
The truth gets no honorable mention

Is this about me or you?
Just what is it that you think you're trying to prove?

It isn't what is said
But our actions that show what's going on in our heads
And you won't rest until

That piece of paper folded tight
In your pocket can now come to light
Highlighted notes in the margin,
Words I said taken out of context

If the jury could just see
Events the way that you perceived
I could take a seat in old sparky
And finally you could be rid of me

And then you could tell your friends
The villain's met his end

There's no chance of my vindication
Because you're just looking for some validation
As if my guilt erases all you've done wrong

My head in the guillotine
Of public opinion is what you feel you need
But your means don't justify my end

And the holes that you've left in the story
Will return to fade your glory
You're no taller because I have no head

And like a ghost, conscience haunts
Angered by the victory you flaunt
No one wins if everything is lost

What is there to be gained
By you and I playing this game?


It isn't what is said
But our actions that show what's going on in our heads.
And you won't rest until...

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from Bridges, Matches And Gasoline, released December 21, 2012

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