In God We Trustfund-Bungler

In God We Trustfund - Bungler Hands held above the view Above the view I long to know what they all do What they do Give me the remedies For our minds are the dirt at our feet Movement means nothing to me If there's no past to repeat The cycle of variance is leading my blind eyes to walls Hands grow from the cracks and we continue to fall Hands held above the view Above the view I long to know what they all do What they do I don't want them I don't need them I don't want them I don't need them I don't want them I don't need them I don't want them I don't need them Deliver the apathy that you hold so close to your chest Come down and rediscover what will cover you best Hands held above the view Above the view I long to know what they all do What they do Let me go Let me go Yeah Shut the f**k up Should I free all Shut the f**k up Should I free all Ha hah