Finch - Point and Click lyrics

Your disposition Sharpen your knife Oversold in solid gold This inquisition Just point and click Dig your inch in black and white We are the sons of what we need Cursed by the form So take it and say just what you mean We're overboard Command/control Swear obsolete k** your home and break your bones Lost in static So find your glitch Severed tongues that never speak We are the sons of what we need Cursed by the form So take it and say just what you mean We're overboard A silent call to break the fall How low is hope with what you know? A silent call to break the fall How low will you go? We are the sons of what we need Cursed by the form So take it and say just what you mean We're overboard