Hush by Wonder Stuff
If this is a prize it feels like a threat.
It hangs like a fist over my bed
So what are the odds if this is a bet
And whose is that voice I can't forget
How much did I find how much did you give
How much was forced or intuitive
Well who's got the gain and what will remain
When there is a hush that I contain
Chorus:
I won't blow smoke up the asses of people I don't know
How many fractured instant senses and how many yet to go
What are your worst fears and where do they hide
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