Texty: Aviatik. The Reconstruction. Finger, Baby.

You've got to break that middle finger baby
Pointing it at everyone
Take stock in everything that you know
You'll blister when you're thrown into the fire
You've got to take that trigger finger, baby,
Point it where it makes a difference
Take a shot, what you got, you've got to go
Did it break your back in this last attack

Did it get you so distracted
That you let it change your mind
Did you let it change your mind, let it go.

Go on your own, should have known,
Nowhere to go
It left you isolated, your mind reeducated
Where is that girl we used to know
Let it go, let it go, let it go.

You'd got to break that little finger, baby,
Got them wrapped around it so
Take stock in everything that you know
You've got to take that trigger finger, baby
Point it where it hurts you so
Take a shot, what you got, you've got to go
We used to raise our torches to ignite this light,
Illuminate the emblem for tonight we fight
Did it break your back in this last attack

Did you find that you could let it go
Could you try to just let it go

(Thanks to Michael for these lyrics)