I'm mulling over whether I might dare to speak my mind
Brutal honesty with thoughts like these is never kind
Disturbance of the status quo, a leveling of scales
Could warrant this discomfort and the pain that it entails
To knock you from your high horse, bring you to the ground
Strip you of your smugness and the happiness you've found
I don't believe in burning hell; but really wish I could
Send you there to rot away like worm-infested wood
The violence of love
This violence in us
I'm balanced on the fragile line between admiring you
And feeling shades of anger, lust, and bitter envy too
Holiness lies waiting at the base of seething rage
Simmering and hungry, haunting history's dawning age
Heed the call with open heart, believe that you will see
The beautiful in everything, the wonderment in me
Distraction keeps us busy and prevents us getting through
It keeps our face against the stone, diverts us from the new
Uselessly, I rail against our modern, hate-filled mess
You and me and yours and mine, together by duress
The background sound of life today is a never-ending whine
I long for days and places gone, nostalgic other times
Save your hipster wisdom and your condescending ways
Your retro-modern clothing and your self-reflective praise
Pontificating constantly with bumper slogan signs
While feasting on the cuts of meat picked from your neighbors' spines
The Secret Weasels - The Violence of Love Lyrics
The Secret Weasels - The Violence of Love Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
I'm mulling over whether I might dare to speak my mind
Brutal honesty with thoughts like these is never kind
Disturbance of the status quo, a leveling of scales
Could warrant this discomfort and the pain that it entails
To knock you from your high horse, bring you to the ground
Strip you of your smugness and the happiness you've found
I don't believe in burning hell; but really wish I could
Send you there to rot away like worm-infested wood
The violence of love
This violence in us
I'm balanced on the fragile line between admiring you
And feeling shades of anger, lust, and bitter envy too
Holiness lies waiting at the base of seething rage
Simmering and hungry, haunting history's dawning age
Heed the call with open heart, believe that you will see
The beautiful in everything, the wonderment in me
Distraction keeps us busy and prevents us getting through
It keeps our face against the stone, diverts us from the new
Uselessly, I rail against our modern, hate-filled mess
You and me and yours and mine, together by duress
The background sound of life today is a never-ending whine
I long for days and places gone, nostalgic other times
Save your hipster wisdom and your condescending ways
Your retro-modern clothing and your self-reflective praise
Pontificating constantly with bumper slogan signs
While feasting on the cuts of meat picked from your neighbors' spines
Brutal honesty with thoughts like these is never kind
Disturbance of the status quo, a leveling of scales
Could warrant this discomfort and the pain that it entails
To knock you from your high horse, bring you to the ground
Strip you of your smugness and the happiness you've found
I don't believe in burning hell; but really wish I could
Send you there to rot away like worm-infested wood
The violence of love
This violence in us
I'm balanced on the fragile line between admiring you
And feeling shades of anger, lust, and bitter envy too
Holiness lies waiting at the base of seething rage
Simmering and hungry, haunting history's dawning age
Heed the call with open heart, believe that you will see
The beautiful in everything, the wonderment in me
Distraction keeps us busy and prevents us getting through
It keeps our face against the stone, diverts us from the new
Uselessly, I rail against our modern, hate-filled mess
You and me and yours and mine, together by duress
The background sound of life today is a never-ending whine
I long for days and places gone, nostalgic other times
Save your hipster wisdom and your condescending ways
Your retro-modern clothing and your self-reflective praise
Pontificating constantly with bumper slogan signs
While feasting on the cuts of meat picked from your neighbors' spines
Writer: Matthew Westerlund
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid