Ive got to get arrested to keep you interested

I should have known that I cant change the world by staring at it

My arms have little feeling from lifting to the ceiling

A recipe for stealing hearts I have no power in healing

And I suppose the jesus pose is tired and superficial, lame

I wrote a song, Im moving on, Im praying you can do the same

Im changing my direction making a correction

Oh my god, Ive dodged the unexpected bullets behind accolades and

Shake your head of leisure get your head and body into seizure

And battle with whoever hides assault disguised as dancing

This rotting phase of hands that raise, bumping heads that pass each other

Its a boring phase, so part the wave and drop the dead as driftwood surfer

Another song, it all went wrong, the radio refused to play it

Im not afraid to serenade, the f word saved and sucked the life from me

Ive got to get arrested to keep you interested