Mortars

I don't like you You're bludgeoning me with your club of expertise My sense is dulled by the stench of fallacy What is wrong? Explosions dance in my head Well here's the song There's no more time left to waste At the end of the day Say what you want I'll roll your venom up and toss it in the sea My vision’s blurred by a pallid apathy Right What is wrong? Explosions dance in my head Well here's the song There's no more time left to waste After all You're dying just to be heard The twisting crux Of what I'll work to starve out At the end of the day What is wrong? Explosions dance in my head Well here's the song There's no more time left to waste After all You're dying just to be heard The twisting crux Of what I'll work to starve out At the end of the day