unwrapped and bitten   an invitation to your side   i missed the friction   if it's in my head, it's in your size   you are, you're making me mad   afraid you've been had again   you are, you're singing so bad   you're singing so sad again   scratch the hideous melody   scrap all the harmonies in 'e'   can't help but spell it out   if it's in my head, it's in your mouth   hang up the phone jaded hand   take a piece of everyone   the day is done   the bread is stale and silence suits me that well   i'm a bitter scale with a broken trust   found the liar in all of us   cause you're better off   you're better off when no one's starving for your company   i think a sour note is a luxury   crass information   spread it   infect somebody else   inspire a nation   if it's in your hand, it's in yourself