Lyrics …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead – Totally Natural

Look at his hand move
Check out the shape of his hips as he goes
Well, he’s totally natural

Well, actually he’s a white ghost

He’s only an actor

So beautiful to see
But something’s lost underneath
Enter the wounded animal

Refuse the medals, they bestow
Shake a hand, take a bow
He’s totally natural

He’s only an actor
He’s on the screen, he’s only an actor

They change the broken, one by one
Of a molten-sod illusion of a broken home
Of a street fight, it’s a Friday night alone
It’s a bottle that’s warming on a shelf
It’s feeling just inches away from death
It’s a street, it’s an icicle
It’s a panic attack, it’s only an act, yeah

They change the broken, one by one
Of a molten-sod illusion of a broken home
It’s a street fight, it’s a Friday night alone
It’s a bottle warming on a shelf
It’s feeling just inches away from death
It’s a street, it’s an icicle
It’s a panic attack, it’s only an act, yeah

It’s only an act, yeah

It’s only an act, yeah