By now you should find your mouth By now you should call me We can work it out I fallow it until the end of concession "A falling out" I heard from them there’s no discretion I’m burning out on this By now you should be in a better place and thinking for your self It’s not your axe to grind and this is my latest confession I hope you hear about it Victims I know the saints come to call and bring you obsession to save you from your fall Victim I know it wont be long ‘till one worth possessing is one you’ll never reach Swallow it until the end of our concession I’m sure I’ll hear from you through them There’s no discretion I’m burning out on this and this is my latest confession I doubt you’ll hear about it It’s only indecision this is your latest condition I hope you hear about it soon