I've got a time-bomb lost inside my chest
I've got a soft hits list running in my head
And now I can hear it clear- everything you never wanted to hear is here again
But I refuse to believe this is how it's gonna end
Here's the evidence to suggest
There's something more and nothing less than this lifeless mess of dilettantes and malcontents
I'm sorry, **** your apologetic sentiments
Over the notes. Out of the clothes
Out from under the heroes everyone knows
Ashed the letters
Denied the liars when I got tired of all the smiles
Make a decision!
Try to find hope in a hopeless situation
This thing we call salvation we can't find it on your station
Repetitive soft hits until all we have left is the abject devotion of an artform devoid of all its charm
All its power disarmed
I always thought we wanted more- that ringing in our ears
Those words we all needed to hear