I hope you can forgive me as the bearer of this bomb
A note addressed to whom it may arouse apathy from
The only words that matter have been right here all along
Dismissed solely cause everyone thinks her mind is gone
Tell us the story that no one has heard
When nobody cares to listen
And if the whole crowd will deafen its ears
The echoes still fall on mine
None of us are strangers to batches of new lies
Fabrications, blasphemies, insults in disguise
Yet still to the truth we have cut all our ties
When our doubts gave the witness cause to resign
Tell us the story that no one has heard
When nobody cares to listen
And if the whole crowd will deafen its ears
The echoes still fall on mine
PLM - To Whom It May Arouse Apathy From Lyrics
PLM - To Whom It May Arouse Apathy From Lyrics
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I hope you can forgive me as the bearer of this bomb
A note addressed to whom it may arouse apathy from
The only words that matter have been right here all along
Dismissed solely cause everyone thinks her mind is gone
Tell us the story that no one has heard
When nobody cares to listen
And if the whole crowd will deafen its ears
The echoes still fall on mine
None of us are strangers to batches of new lies
Fabrications, blasphemies, insults in disguise
Yet still to the truth we have cut all our ties
When our doubts gave the witness cause to resign
Tell us the story that no one has heard
When nobody cares to listen
And if the whole crowd will deafen its ears
The echoes still fall on mine
A note addressed to whom it may arouse apathy from
The only words that matter have been right here all along
Dismissed solely cause everyone thinks her mind is gone
Tell us the story that no one has heard
When nobody cares to listen
And if the whole crowd will deafen its ears
The echoes still fall on mine
None of us are strangers to batches of new lies
Fabrications, blasphemies, insults in disguise
Yet still to the truth we have cut all our ties
When our doubts gave the witness cause to resign
Tell us the story that no one has heard
When nobody cares to listen
And if the whole crowd will deafen its ears
The echoes still fall on mine
Writer: Mitchell Kresge
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