Terms Of Psychic Warfare Songtext / Lyric

Well, I see you walking down the road

And the thoughts within my mind explode

But having to hold back taught me a lot about control

And letting all loose at once when it was time to let you know

You occupied my space and you occupied your mind

By jumping off the roof to the first conclusion you can find






Now all the silver you can steal

Can't buy a piece of what I feel

It's sad, but the means, they just don't justify the ends

To be forever haunted by the ghosts of all your friends

Painful, yeah, that's the way you've chosen it to be

C'mon, babe, can't you think of anyone besides me?



These are the terms!



Now don't think you're the only who has harboured a self-hate

I'm just as guilty of selling what my own sweet soul creates

And don't feel bad the next time my memory comes creepin'

You've got your own bed now, I suggest that's the one you sleep in