Of modern man the melody of dysfunction is functional
  Words that will race, could kill and disgrace you and I
  Cause I was fearing nothing till this spilled from your lips
  When they come running, When they come running out
  Don't say whatever words come into your mind with two sides
  So set aside your keys to the futures of these two and hold you tongue
  Cause you don't fight there wars, the battles they face are not yours to overcome
  They were fearing nothing till this spilled from your lips
  Build it up to tear it down, promises to count upon
  Will hold you to the tyranny
  I'm trying just to understand, your bitter words they bind my hands
  That long just to hold you