We don't sleep very much. These triggers ache for the touch. Where's the strength we relied on? Here alone, like a crutch Maybe that's what keeps us up All the night with a light on
Howling screams simulate Things that no longer take place Can this be what we've become? Paper-thin, overweight Pills to arouse us in tape Still we don't know what we want
We can let go Can't you see? To lose control Is to be Falling free
First a spark Then a flame Now a fire!
Into the darkest of nights, Disconnect, Cut the cord, Lights are dead.
Now they'll know, With everything comes a price!
And each day we are torn Between the right and the wrong Between life and convenience, While you sleep, I'll complain It's always channels and chains It's like elective amnesia.
As we grow older, In this place, It's just all over Life's a race.
What they make.
First a spark, Then a flame, Now a fire
Into the darkest of nights Disconnect Cut the cord Lights are dead
Now they'll know With everything comes a price!
It could be minutes away It could be hours or days Before the bottom falls out Before the ground gets away Into this debt we are born A debt we try to repay And yet we blacken the sky Smoke rising out of the flames
Now they'll know
First a spark! Then a flame! Now a fire!
Into the darkest of nights! Disconnect! Cut the cord! Lights are dead!