The Mutineer
by NIN
These are words,
a prison curse—I'm sorry
if some hurt
a prison curse—I'm sorry
if some hurt
They're thrown with speed, so
please believe I'm sorry
if some hurt
please believe I'm sorry
if some hurt
I am sorry if some hurt
There's my face,
and it's the place I live in
It's by the sea
and it's the place I live in
It's by the sea
I've eyes of brown,
suns that drown and sink
without a trace
suns that drown and sink
without a trace
Yeah, they sink without a trace
Hear the band
Yeah, here they stand and wait
for your applause
Yeah, here they stand and wait
for your applause
Could change this room
with these chords—this tune
in my mouth could form a smile
with these chords—this tune
in my mouth could form a smile
But loose talk and fears fuel
the mutineers, but I'm
too old to care
the mutineers, but I'm
too old to care
And all that's left
are words, one breath
I am sorry if some hurt
are words, one breath
I am sorry if some hurt
Yeah, I'm sorry if some hurt
I'm sorry if some hurt
Yeah, I'm sorry if some hurt
Yeah, I'm sorry if some hurt