Promise your secrecy into the microphone
Into the megaphone, into the cell
Questioning decency under the microscope
Over and over, say over and out
Organize my life over the telephone
Over my dead body, over my head
Tread a fine line between you and your memories
Between you and me, things are best left unsaid
The honoring of violence is a security number
Always so quiet, they slip under your guard
Pushes your dead body, under the microscope
Over and over, it's over, it's over and out
Over and out, out, over and out
Another incident, another accident
Dangerous emptiness, people in shock
You pelt them with rocks and the old innuendo
You know that was no mishap that brake line was cut
Lie on the pavement, wait for an ambulance
Say to yourself nothing is what it seems
Never meaning to say you never say what you mean
You get caught by the sirens on your TV screen
The honoring of violence is a security number
Always so quiet, it slips under your guard
Pushes your dead body, under the microscope
Over and over, it's over, say over and out
Over and out, out, over and out, out
Over and out, out, out, out, out
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