Like a rat; broke-neck, bloody, pale-white
Is the sight of the city-lit night sky
Can't you feel the thunder shake the ground?
Low-fat, cheap sex, and we lost ourselves!
A canary made of ice in a coal mine
Drops dead and we're all miles deep
Pray to your trust funds we don't find out
We're doomed and it's you we have to thank
We're being forced to entrust our lives
In the hands of greedy corporate fat cats
How dare you have faith in your fellow man?
Like the news crews with the shaking hands
High-as-what? Punch-drunk, but it feels right
Red sunrise says that it's too late
We can't keep running from the rain
It's getting harder to breathe, are you scared yet?
If we die, then we are all to blame
We are all to blame
I am the ruin of a ship left wrecked upon the rocks: the anthem of a tragedy.
I am a message left for anyone who follows me to see: don’t end up like me!
I never wanted to complain; it’s just that sometimes I can think too loud.
And everyone around me starts to hear, and to listen.
But I never meant to tell them anything, just remind myself that I am still alive.
I guess some things are best forgotten.
Like winter nights spent sleeping on the concrete,
I don’t need to remind myself of failures; there’s still many more to come.
And when they do, they’ll remind me of my voice and what it represents
Like chiming from a clock while I lie awake in bed.
I guess it’s never been a secret why I don’t have many friends,
It's just that I can’t help but wonder how long any of it can last.
‘Cause our collision course with fate is going way too fast,
So we can try to seize the moment and pray we die on impact.
I was a knight in shining armor,
But now the dents and the bloodstains are all that people see.
I guess that fate is friends with failure,
'Cause I see failure waiting patiently for me
And he looks hungry.
I sold my soul long ago for a heart carved in gold,
But when the paint wore down I learned
That I’d been pumping blood with coal.
I guess that I’ll be fine on my own,
So will you if you don’t try to follow.
No matter what fate will put me through,
You need to know that I love you
But I am no one’s hero.
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