Taking Back Sunday - Unnamed

The blasts rang out in the gallery room My job is done here Trapped in here with no chance of rescue But is the truth really lost forever And I gotta write it, hide it, in hopes you'll keep it safe My job is done here And I gotta write it, hide it, in hopes you'll decipher it Well decipher it, decipher it Best will come, passion, a plea or a lie Shes the machine at the scene of the crime I 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 hold Misplaced, thrown away, was is lost, hid, or sold?So go ahead and pick up the knife I'd like to see what your made of Go 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 wasted So profess your confession Your three hour lie She's the machine at the scene of the crime You may take up the shape of those things that you hold But if this is fiction its no contradiction, sir But still a threat to you, I'm sure So go ahead and pick up the knife I'd like to see what your 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 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 in Have we been thru all the answers?Have we been thru all the answers?Come let me in Have we been thru all the answers?Have we been thru all the answers?