The Errors (Live in Chicago 28 June 2017)
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โฑ๏ธ 4:54 duration
๐ ID: 744721
๐ Lyrics
Hand me the heart that rules my tongue
Deflate the air that fills my lungs
Point out the joke that I've become
Clarify the error of my way
Count the convictions one by one
Criticise the line that I just sang
Why not place the bullet in my gun?
Clarify the error of my ways again
So there's no need for metaphor
Now truth is becoming the last thing on our minds
Now in a room full of ignorance
And the debris of consequence
Eden redesigned
So there's no need for metaphor
Now truth is becoming the last thing on our minds
Now in a room full of ignorance
And the debris of consequence
Eden redesigned
Hate or just post-modern irony?
Thinly veiling the jealously
Failure left behind
Praised as you play to the gallery
Hailed as the saviour of losers, deaf and blind
Deflate the air that fills my lungs
Point out the joke that I've become
Clarify the error of my way
Count the convictions one by one
Criticise the line that I just sang
Why not place the bullet in my gun?
Clarify the error of my ways again
So there's no need for metaphor
Now truth is becoming the last thing on our minds
Now in a room full of ignorance
And the debris of consequence
Eden redesigned
So there's no need for metaphor
Now truth is becoming the last thing on our minds
Now in a room full of ignorance
And the debris of consequence
Eden redesigned
Hate or just post-modern irony?
Thinly veiling the jealously
Failure left behind
Praised as you play to the gallery
Hailed as the saviour of losers, deaf and blind
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:18.48] Hand me the heart that rules my tongue
[00:26.57] Deflate the air that fills my lungs
[00:34.36] Point out the joke that I've become
[00:42.01] Clarify the error of my way
[00:58.03] Count the convictions one by one
[01:06.54] Criticise the line that I just sang
[01:14.56] Why not place the bullet in my gun?
[01:22.59] Clarify the error of my ways again
[01:38.29] So there's no need for metaphor
[01:43.91] Now truth is becoming the last thing on our minds
[01:54.29] Now in a room full of ignorance
[01:59.46] And the debris of consequence
[02:02.74] Eden redesigned
[02:07.09]
[02:49.99] So there's no need for metaphor
[02:55.69] Now truth is becoming the last thing on our minds
[03:06.44] Now in a room full of ignorance
[03:11.61] And the debris of consequence
[03:14.67] Eden redesigned
[03:18.75]
[04:02.30] Hate or just post-modern irony?
[04:07.87] Thinly veiling the jealously
[04:10.29] Failure left behind
[04:18.55] Praised as you play to the gallery
[04:24.20] Hailed as the saviour of losers, deaf and blind
[04:31.91]
[00:26.57] Deflate the air that fills my lungs
[00:34.36] Point out the joke that I've become
[00:42.01] Clarify the error of my way
[00:58.03] Count the convictions one by one
[01:06.54] Criticise the line that I just sang
[01:14.56] Why not place the bullet in my gun?
[01:22.59] Clarify the error of my ways again
[01:38.29] So there's no need for metaphor
[01:43.91] Now truth is becoming the last thing on our minds
[01:54.29] Now in a room full of ignorance
[01:59.46] And the debris of consequence
[02:02.74] Eden redesigned
[02:07.09]
[02:49.99] So there's no need for metaphor
[02:55.69] Now truth is becoming the last thing on our minds
[03:06.44] Now in a room full of ignorance
[03:11.61] And the debris of consequence
[03:14.67] Eden redesigned
[03:18.75]
[04:02.30] Hate or just post-modern irony?
[04:07.87] Thinly veiling the jealously
[04:10.29] Failure left behind
[04:18.55] Praised as you play to the gallery
[04:24.20] Hailed as the saviour of losers, deaf and blind
[04:31.91]