Taking Back Sunday: Unnamed

The blasts rang out in the gallery roomMy job is done hereTrapped in here with no chance of rescueBut is the truth really lost foreverAnd I gotta write it, hide it, in hopes you'll keep it safeMy job is done hereAnd I gotta write it, hide it, in hopes you'll decipher itWell decipher it, decipher itBest will come, passion, a plea or a lieShes the machine at the scene of the crimeI know my time is wasted and almost upmy my my time is wasted(write it, hide it, in hopes you'll decipher it)(decipher it, decipher me)Take up the shape of the things that you'll holdMisplaced, thrown away, was is lost, hid, or sold?So go ahead and pick up the knifeI'd like to see what your made ofGo ahead and pick up the knife (ooooh)I'dd like to see what you're made of (ooooh)Go ahead and pick up the knife (decipher, decipher, decipher, decipher)I'd like to see what you're made of (decipher, decipher, decipher)I know my time is wastedSo profess your confessionYour three hour lieShe's the machine at the scene of the crimeYou may take up the shape of those things that you holdBut if this is fiction its no contradiction, sirBut still a threat to you, I'm sureSo go ahead and pick up the knifeI'd like to see what your made ofCome let me inwe've been thru all the answerswe've been thru all the answers(I'd like to see what you're made of)Come let me inwe've been thru all the answerswe've been thru all the answers(I'd like to see what you're made of)Come let me inHave we been thru all the answers?Have we been thru all the answers?Come let me inHave we been thru all the answers?Have we been thru all the answers?