precipice Sweet girl Talk to me Don’t let it be known what you are You’re writing my words down And you’re not thinking about The way they are, words scar Tear you down, break the deal, break you You’re going to be another number Statistic, contract You’re going to watch your back Taught, not learned They’re going to tell you what you want to hear Then they put you in the mirror Going to keep you under their wrath Sell your rights and your life You’re going to keep your head down Don’t think about it, let it happen Keep me in your life, beside