Letra de comedy
Comedy coming back from the war I was a camera I was a preacher Comedy is the blood in your mouth Not a preacher no moreSound against sound Time against time Let it leave Don't know how to make it right by youComedy is embraceable void Bar shadows woven in nerve end string The absence of faith is a chemical affliction And I'm not your slave anymoreSound against sound A lie to yourself Let it leave Don't know how to make it right by youComedy is beginning-less time Wrapped in newspaper like nothing is wrong Isolation, everything seems human but it's not It is not It is not It is notAre you my enemy? Made to make you less alone Are you my enemy Are you my enemy?Are you my enemy? Made to make you less alone Are you my enemy? Are you my enemy?