Listen very closely, put your ear up to the wall

Hear the desperate families scrambling through the echo hall

Can you understand it? Is there anything at all?

Can you understand the way you shut me in the gall?

Now it's just a habit that turns into a rhyme,

Cutting fault lines in passing glances by the bloody knife.

Is it easy now that you've eaten such a lie?

Is it lovely always turning back for a sign?



We know it's not your fault, we know it all across the board,

There's only one in seven thousand so familiar to the core,

There's only one so very proud inside they'd leave it to a heathen

For a season they'd secede to two or three that they believe in.



When we know it's not your fault, when I know it's all your fault--

In behind the walls, these crevices of mineEver after searching in a wasteland of a mindTurning to the gods and turning to the grindEver after turning, turning, in time.Armies in the air, the sweet scent of repentanceThievery to care, the will to end a sentenceTurn into the one, the one that knows he meant itTurning ever after to the good sound of resentmentI've seen it all before, the parasites surroundFound it on the floor in the blindness of a crowd.Nature may continue, the instinct may allow,But nature will kill you when it fails to stand its ground....I don't think I heard it!Always time for you to start your shift as when you learned itYou know it's not my fault, you know I don't deserve it;But such is the fate of an existential servant.And there's nothing in the way, nothing in the way...So I guess I'm here today, guess I'm here to stay.Why is a callous man fighting for a real life?Why is this talisman feeling so surreal, likeBirds in a nest, still waiting for a mother,Like words in a breast, parading in a sudden thunder?Who really cares for the deep, growling hungerIn the stomach of the media, stuck in anotherSimple image of perfection, a cover of deceptionThe bridge of misdirection, unbridled in conceptionIt's a deadened desert; Nothing ever grows and nothing diesCaught in a system of manipulation, secrecy, and lies,But who am I to sit complaining for society's regression,When we know it's always raining in society's depression...!But could I help you realize there's nothing left to sayin such a closing world that coldly curled this masochistic May,But maybe I'm overreacting, who can really tell the difference?In a world so full of acting, who has seen the reference...?