I never knew if I should ask you
I never thought the time was right
He's the proof that untouched ruse
A courtroom sketch of lifeless eyes

The constant need to disassemble
The softening that holds his reigns

I think I'm comin' undone
He brought the gavel to run
All the crooked, little cities

Will the starlets guard their drinks now?
Forty winks till slumberland
Push the hoax and drill the script
Teleprompter or polygraph?

I'll try to erase it
But your faith has set the trap

I think I'm comin' undone
He brought the gavel to run
All the crooked, little cities

The burning film in your projector
Ulcerous amnesia
Memories, they're not so fond of my mind

But I will erase you
The flash burns from flashbacks

I think I'm comin' undone
He brought the gavel to run
All the crooked, little cities

No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

I think I'm comin' undone
I think I'm comin' undone
I think I'm comin' undone
I think I'm comin' undone
I think I'm comin' undone
I think I'm comin' undone