Sangtekst: Far-Less. Everyone Is Out To Get Us.

You?re gonna need permission
To have your own opinion
When the bosses frown
Time slows down for so long

I?m painting pictures
With newspaper clippings
Contemplating conspiracy theories
All around, listen well

I?ve got some blackmail, I?ll never tell
Hope that I don?t get put away
No, it?s not a slap in the face, it?s just in case
I can?t escape or I can?t run away now

Restricted information
Or a cataclysmic nature
Do not ask, do not tell
You will be hunted down
You can't run, there's no help

I?ve got some blackmail, I?ll never tell
Hope that I don?t get put away
No, it?s not a slap in the face, it?s just in case
I can?t escape or I can?t run away now

Just let me disappear
I?ve got your smoking gun
And no one knows it's here

I?ve got some blackmail, I?ll never tell
Hope that I don?t get put away
No, it?s not a slap in the face, it?s just in case
I can?t escape or I can?t run away now

It?s not a slap in the face, it?s just in case
I can?t escape or I can?t run away now