Lyrics

Cursed by superstition but still standing on your feet, you give a wink when asked just why a thorn could taste as sweet as sugar when it's tucked inside a chocolate birthday cake that's laced with cyanide and lies and all that we can take

All you ask of me is to believe what I can't see.
All I ask of you; not to take as true what they're feeding you.

We fight each other's fury on the bumpers of our cars. Little fish with feet and dixie flags tear at the scars. Science and the savior singing visions of the end- boiling our oceans will kill all of us my friend.

As soon as I could tell myself that you were on my side, it tickled at a midnight silouette that stung my pride.

All you ask of me is to believe what I can't see.
All I ask of you; not to take as true what they're feeding you.