Just because you don't speak the language. Doesn't mean that you can't understand. Just because you don't speak the language. Doesn't mean that you can't understand. The twist in the script of the insult. Scrawled on the back of your hand. Torn from the pages of scripture. Sprayed on the wall in the frays of a flag. Kisses forbidden on lips. And all of your fine clothes worn into rags. Tripwire tripwire tripwire tripwire. There's a tripwire. Tripwire tripwire tripwire. Don't open the door 'cos they're coming. Don't open the door 'cos they're here. Above there's an ominous humming. Below there's a murmur of prayer. Torn from the pages of scandal. Sprayed on a wall in the frays of the flag. Kisses forbidden on lips. and all of your fine clothes blown into rags. Tripwire tripwire tripwire tripwire. There's a tripwire. Tripwire tripwire tripwire. There's a cross in the line there's a circus. There's a voice that you might overhear. There's a lens making the picture perfect. They say you have nothing to fear. Torn from the pages of pamphlets. Thrown in the air like confetti in church. Far far away there's a target. and the sound of an army just starting to march. Tripwire tripwire tripwire tripwire. There's a tripwire. Tripwire tripwire tripwire. Just because I don't read the language. Doesn't mean that I'm blind to the threat. Though I thought there was more to forgiveness. Than all we conveniently forget. Torn from the pages of history. Repeated again and again and again. You're either for or against us. and that is how the hatred begins. Tripwire tripwire tripwire tripwire. There's a tripwire. Tripwire tripwire tripwire