This Means You - The Act lyrics

Words will flood the gates Some will mange to pour through the cracks Conducting a symphony of sordid sounds Which turns this silence into chaos All hell broke loose Pull that trick out of your sleeve Pour a drink Put on that face A fraud born, you're doing fine Background music in my head Could release those inner voices Theyíve been telling lies and spreading fear Walls surrounding you hold your pain But they crack down, the ashes fall upon you Pull that trick out of your sleeve Pour a drink Put on that face A fraud born, you're doing fine This electric pulse Fools those who seem to care Pull that trick out of your sleeve Pour a drink Put on that face A fraud born, you're doing fine