Besedila: Scapegoat. Let Our Violins Be Heard. Fly'e Eye View.

Solace in the shape of a night, A night which dines upon iridescent light A fly?s eye view will do me fine to sort the matter I couldn?t creep around her climb A fishhook tongue at feeding time I felt the way it feels for her to hook your collar Its high school, She?s curious, You?re grounded I let you live her lie this gift which I have given you Would be no gift if I had chose to fight the lie The love you have the body you embrace, Would be no gift if I had chose to fight the lie She?s coming through picture perfect She who you hold to highest heights, Would be no gift if I had chose to fight the lie