Weirdness Magnet Songtext / Lyric

Trust is a mighty fine thing to have. A word, a deal, an arrangement
Of sorts. Two fellow men of equal value, with all the best intent and
No closet bones.
Scrape, you don't lie, but tell me your half-truth, scrape.

Cling to some idea of mutuality. Perfect the moment and settle down
Old reflections die young and fade. Old ways-bad ways, bring the
New republic.
Scrape, you don´t lie, but tell me your half-truth, scrape.

Can it be so hard?

Got something i can't handle I wish i did, but i'm sorry.
I don't want no excuses, I trusted you to keep your word
All i got is suffocation. Old strain of my education
But despite all of location I will make them suffer damnation