Из альбома: On and On
by the way you know that hope will make you strange make you blink make you blink, make you sink
it will make you afraid of change, and often blame the box with the view of the world
and wars are filled with fame
i turn it up, but then i turn it off, cause i cant stand
when they start to talk about the hurting and killing, whose shoes are we filling
the damage and ruin, man the things that were doin
gotta, we gotta stop gotta turn it all off, gotta rewind
start it up again
because it fell across the fall line
aint there nothing sacred anymore?
na na na na na na na na na
somebody saw him jump yea, but nobody saw him slip, i guess he lost a lot of hope, and then lost grip
but now hes laying in the freeway in the middle of this mess
guess we lost another one just like the other one
optimisic hypocrite that didnt have the nerve
to grip the things that that kept him wanting more til he finally reached the core
fell across the fall line
aint there nothing sacred anymore
na na na na na na