Elective Amnesia
We don't sleep very much.These triggers ache for the touch.Where's the strength we relied on?Fear alone, like a crutchMaybe that's what keeps us upAll the night with the light on...
All these screams simulateThings that no longer take placeCan this be what we've become?Paper-thin, overweightPills to arouse or sedateStill we don't know what we want
We can let goCan't you see?To lose controlIs to beFalling free
First a sparkThen a flameNow a fire!
We explode!
Into the darkest of nights,Disconnect,Cut the cord,Lines are dead.
Now they'll know,With everything comes a price!
And each day we are tornBetween the right and the wrongBetween life and convenience,Why lose sleep? Why complain?There's always channels to change.It's like elective amnesia.
As we grow older,In this place,Let's just start over,Let's erase.
What they've made.
First a spark,Then a flame,Now a fire
We explode!
Into the darkest of nightsDisconnectCut the cordLines are dead
Now they'll knowWith everything comes a price!
It could be minutes awayIt could be hours or daysBefore the bottom falls outBefore the ground gives wayInto this debt we are bornA debt we try to repayAnd yet we blacken the skySmoke rising out of the flames
Now they'll know...
First a spark!Then a flame!Now a fire!
We explode!
Into the darkest of nights!Disconnect!Cut the cord!Lines are dead!
Now they'll knowWith everything comes a price!
We explode!We explode!