Strategy

What's wrong?
Nothing, nothing
An unwelcome reception to the million dollar question
A reflex reaction
Right back at ya

It's your face, it's that same blank expression
You can blame it on the weather
Or blame it on tension
But there's no rest from this paralysis

Strategy
It's all about strategy
Not what you're telling me
What you're telling me

You eat, you sleep and you breathe
You tick off your list of personal needs
At night for protection, you hide under a sheet

And we try to avoid confrontation
But everything we do just gets lost in the translation
And you're not helping yourself any...

Strategy
It's all about strategy
Not what you're telling me
What you're telling me

I've found that descriptions are useless
Nothing but the combination of words and numbered pieces
Just assume there is good reason for everything

So, what's wrong?
It's nothing again
Nothing's what you've got when everything leaves, you thought
That asking would get you somewhere
Some fool you were
Some fool you were

Strategy
It's all about strategy
Not what you're telling me
What you're telling me

Memory
You say it's my memory
You say that my memory's bad
Well, I remembered that
Didn't I?
Didn't I?
Didn't I?
Didn't I?
Didn't I?