Cut Your Face - June Of 44

Day in, day out again

Sound in, sound out again

Overrated stack of zeros

Stated with indifference

Plain and simple

Bury your hands

In the great rinse

This air, these hands

This air, these hands

Save your claim

Watch it come

With marginal desperation

State your claim

Worth the wait

Weight of your sound

Day in, day out

Time in, time out

Plain and simple

It’s plain, it’s simple

Show me how you cut your face

Where it hurts

Bury your hands

All i can say is

I’m tired of accusations

I’m not that kind of guy

All this

All this can

This air

And a voice

Pure

Simple, simple

All i can say is

I’m tired of accusations

I’m not that kind of guy

Why you cut your face?