World of Mouth Xentrix

Say what you see, say what you say
Your mouth's your enemy
All your thoughts invade us
A penance of fools that mass complain
Opinions, slow warnings
Never asked you for them anyway
Blessing us with your knowledgeable wealth
If only you could hear yourself

Make a move, make a scene
I'm over you and over me
You're problem one we need to fix
Fill a fool's grave with idealists
Make a move, make a scene
You're overthinking everything
You need a problem you can fix
Ideals change the ideal mix

You read my mind, you set me straight
You test the nerves on which you grate
We're all heading south, yes, have no doubt
So listen up and hear me out
Shut down this world of mouth

Do what you do, do it your way
The choice not yours to say
Lack of reserve appeals
The flak to your poison, all consoled
Opinions, slow warnings
Never asked you for them anyway
Blessing us with complete affinity
You talk the patience out of me