Текст: Dillinger Escape Plan. Option Paralysis. Room Full Of Eyes.

And in the end I'm
Sure I'll know it's
My mistake
We're forsaken
And in the end I'm
Sure I'll know it's
My mistake
We're forsaken
And on the last day
I'll play turn your eyes
I still must surface
There's a price to pay
There's a price to pay
All I can relate
I can't see anyway
This could be healthy to do
I guess I hoped we could find another way to just get through
And sometimes I'm feelin' that
That I should find a way out of this mess
Oh well I guess we'll make a way
This isn't healthy to do
I guess I hope we can find another way to just get through
This is none of your business
None of this
This is none
This is none of your business
This is none of your business
There is nowhere to hide
In a room so full of eyes
Until we die we're never satisfied
We'll lust for and feed the dissatisfaction of want and need
Oh yeah...
Can I tell you a secret
While your voice hung thick in the waves
You were mistaken if you thought I could behave
I was not afraid
But little honey I needed
I needed a reminder from you
There sure ain't nothin' like the sight of your fine skin
From across the room
Oh yeah this sure seems so familiar
The same feelings that I thought I had lost
We're only waiting to come in through another door at another cost
And why?
Cause we reap what we sow and it's a difficult crop
But we keep cutting down
Yet it grows again
Still it grows again