I braved these waves you've seen some other things details are so peculiar pointless questions turn it off me on again from which you cry don't try and tell me you've not been warned no more tears of frustration in the first for the last as you sit there and wonder why broken solution turn it off turn me on again blinded by trust don't try and tell me you've not been warned one more detail to live by in the first for the last by the tear drop from your eye first time you've warned walk a mile in my shoes no more tears from the bloodshed jaded corners from which you bled pushing see the distance walk a miles in my shoes you tempted mistaken soon dimissed from the thoughts you've been force-fed you've been warned all the jet propulsion in the world most nimble legs.