Crossing that bridge, with lessons I’ve learned
Playing with fire and not getting burned.
I may not know what you’re going through.
But time is the space between me and you.
Wash it down the drain
Down the drain
Wash your smile down
(Yeah!)
Wash it down the drain
Please
Like animals, destined for fuel or observance
Our role is clear, never stray far from the path
Everything has an end
Everything has an end
Everything must have an end
But what am I supposed to say?
(What am I supposed to say?)
Oh, sorry, I guess I forgot
You think you could tell me again?
(Please, I don’t remember)
What am I supposed to think?
(What am I supposed to think?)
What am I supposed to feel?
(What am I supposed to feel?)
There’s no feeling in this place
The echoes of the past speak louder than
Any voice I hear right now
Don’t you ever try to be
More than you were destined for
Or anything worth fighting for
Don’t you ever try to be
More than you were destined for
Or anything worth fighting for
There’s no feeling in this place
There’s no feeling in this place
Feeling in this place
What did you expect?
That we would never leave home, that we would never leave?
What did you expect?
That we would never leave home?
That we would never leave?
That we would never leave?
That we would never leave?
That we would never leave?
What did you expect from us?
We’re murderers
Murderers and liars and rapists and thieves
You should never put your trust in any of us
There is nothing to gain from this interference
Don’t you ever try to be
More than you were destined for
Or anything worth fighting for
There’s no feeling in this place
The past speaks louder than anything I hear right now
The past speaks louder than anything I hear right now
When the screaming and thrashing subsides into the melodic, I feel a great sense of euphoria and reassurance wash over me. It certainly does apply to the world at large right now…
Farewell Mona Lisa
Wash it down the drain
Down the drain
Wash your smile down
(Yeah!)
Wash it down the drain
Please
Like animals, destined for fuel or observance
Our role is clear, never stray far from the path
Everything has an end
Everything has an end
Everything must have an end
But what am I supposed to say?
(What am I supposed to say?)
Oh, sorry, I guess I forgot
You think you could tell me again?
(Please, I don’t remember)
What am I supposed to think?
(What am I supposed to think?)
What am I supposed to feel?
(What am I supposed to feel?)
There’s no feeling in this place
The echoes of the past speak louder than
Any voice I hear right now
Don’t you ever try to be
More than you were destined for
Or anything worth fighting for
Don’t you ever try to be
More than you were destined for
Or anything worth fighting for
There’s no feeling in this place
There’s no feeling in this place
Feeling in this place
What did you expect?
That we would never leave home, that we would never leave?
What did you expect?
That we would never leave home?
That we would never leave?
That we would never leave?
That we would never leave?
That we would never leave?
What did you expect from us?
We’re murderers
Murderers and liars and rapists and thieves
You should never put your trust in any of us
There is nothing to gain from this interference
Don’t you ever try to be
More than you were destined for
Or anything worth fighting for
There’s no feeling in this place
The past speaks louder than anything I hear right now
The past speaks louder than anything I hear right now
Wow. That could apply to a lot of people or nations at the moment.
When the screaming and thrashing subsides into the melodic, I feel a great sense of euphoria and reassurance wash over me. It certainly does apply to the world at large right now…