You made this harder than it had to be
The absolute marker, patching into me
You flashed your colors at me, quite prematurely
Now I know what you're up to and it feels so good
It's right

We've got your number
We can reset the system screen
Hang your secrets, hang em' up, hang em' up now
These filthy pleasantries and
The march of little children
Hang your secrets, hang em' up, hang em' up now

The truth will cut you down to pieces
One eight four, lets burn it down
If I can't keep from living with this regret
you need to change the way I feel about us

I listened to them chuckle as they eat
Their judge is hiding behind eyes and turning cheeks
You think I care for all these phony pleasantries
when I want nothing to do with, I want nothing to do with your life

We've got your number
We can reset the system screen
Hang your secrets, hang em' up, hang em' up now
These filthy pleasantries and
The march of little children
Hang your secrets, hang em' up, hang em' up now

The truth will cut you down to pieces
One eighty four, lets burn it down
If I can't keep from living with this regret
you need to change the way I feel about us

(Bye, bye, bye!) (x2)

Maybe I'm bad company
If you don't have a mark
You're the prettiest thing I have ever seen
Come with me, I want to make you dirty

One eighty four, let's burn it down
I need to change the way I bleed

Hang your secrets, hang em' up, hang em' up now
x9