Glassjaw Hidden Track Lyrics

faudulent miracles make miracles seem s___,
Rice paper princess
I guess to poor for flesh
f___ you, in the midst above perfection,
Rain on the parade
me that's crowding daylight
And the horns on the hood of a saint,
f___ you, and never the two shall meet,
Said the tiger to its greatest fan,
The amount of love you wish to give is more than I can stand,
And now you leave me in defeat,
leave me a battered broken man,
The amount of love you wish to give is more than I can stand,
And now I have you where I want you,
I know that you are listening,
This is my chance to tell you everything,
My chance to tell you I love you,
But I've waited to long,
And now the records over,
Now the records over...

f___ you...