Bread Songtext
von Palm

Teaching the children to mean
What they′re told
With their mouths burning two words
They're too wise to be old
So in fear into things they can′t see
But believe
And we don't even give them the chance
To agree

No questions asked guarantee
Fell away
A population of people
Who deal in cliché
And there's no punctuation
To grant you relief
You know all that you get
Is a chance to agree


Half undone
Either that or
I′m the first to fold and last to lead
A line
Symptomatic
Of the blessings and the disguise

Gorging on what those have said I have said
(And now)
Brushed from the table just like crumbs of bread
(And now)

Have I fell
Is it easy
Or perhaps you′re learning how to duck
To the south
Getting the hang of it
But I was a fool to stop
Overwhelmed by
Thoughts that keep you keeping me up