Cat On Form
Текст песни A Whip In One Hand, Gold In The Other

This incident is more than i allow me to believe
My thinking just distorts, directs away from cause
No more no more sit still and hide
Is this all we're worth?
Wrong words come readily, but don't allow it to make sense
Apathetic mistake: not to unearth - this is not solved
Can this be by design, stifle what's possible
As all the things that we call small are always something meaningful