Comedy (villagers version)

[Verse 1]
Comedy coming back from the war
I was a camera, I was a preacher
Comedy is the blood in your mouth
Not a preacher no more

[Chorus]
Sound against sound
Time against time
Let it leave
Don't know how to make it right by you

[Verse 2]
Comedy is embraceable void
Bar shadows woven in nerve end string
The absence of faith is a chemical affliction
And I'm not your slave anymore

[Chorus]
Sound against sound
A lie to yourself
Let it leave
Don't know how to make it right by you

[Verse 3]
Comedy is beginning less time
Wrapped in newspaper like nothing is wrong
Isolation, everything seems human, but it's not
It is not, it is not, it is not

[Instrumental Break]

[Outro]
Are you my enemy?
Made to make you less alone
Are you my enemy?
Are you my enemy?
Are you my enemy?
Made to make you less alone
Are you my enemy?
Are you my enemy?