I am the crook who robs me
I am my own adversary
I am my enemy
I am my enemy
And my mouth is an army

And when the night falls on me
I become anything, but free
I get so sick of this
It gets ridiculous
My mouth is an army

The sound in my mouth
It gets so loud
It gets so loud
Little words can’t slip out
Words like sorry
And I’m so sorry
Yeah

I am the tyrant of this couse
I am the beater of the dead horse
I am the irritant
I am the irritant
And my mouth is a brute force

Here we are in another night
Gearing up for a social accident
Where we pick part, I pick sides, I pick fights
My mouth is an army

The sound in my mouth
It gets so loud
It gets so loud
Little words can’t slip out
Words like sorry

The sound in my mouth
It gets so loud
It gets so loud
Little words can’t slip out
Words like sorry
And I’m so sorry
Yeah

Where will you find yourself
Without love?
Give love to someone else
Is that enough?
If love is to find yourself
Are you finding love?
Or are you picking sides?

The sound in my mouth
It gets so loud (7x)

The sound in my mouth
It gets so loud
It gets so loud
Little words can’t slip out
Words like sorry
And I’m so sorry

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