Semi-constructive Criticism Songtext

Leave out the meaning this time
Let tensions evolve
Intimate groove confused
In childish tantrums (we do a childish dance)
Your feelings were sacrificed For a greater cause,
and if you forget what you saw, you'll be forgiven
But there isn't a chance,
That I could do this on my own.
Now our perceptions have grown
branches and petals of paper and metal,