Staying awake all night, and nights that never end.
When nights bleed into days, these days are never going to end.
With stay up-lates and wither-winged fates,
we smash our fists just to keep ourselves awake.
It’s so typical of the lying tides and our dying prides
to keep our faith in something that has surely died.
Let’s raise our glasses and say a cheer for the star of the hour.
Let them lead the way, so they think they have all of the power.
Where did you put your Sunday dress?
This week, who will you try to impress?
I guess you could say that these bags will stay.
Too many times and ten thousand lies,
Goodbye old paint, just goodbye…
And as the lights go off,
I see the roads you’ve paved.
Everything’s a life less grey.
You let the water run.
Now it’s too deep, hold your head up.
These nights are cold, and I still feel the breeze,
can you hear the boats?
Well maybe tonight this is your perfect ending,
clawing from the edge of this landfill.
It all comes together right here,
and I’m not afraid to see what’s inside.
I may have already died,
but tonight I’m still up for a good fight.
Lacerate the wings that led you here.
Cut them down, and watch them fade in fear.
(Enjoy) the virgin forest.
(Enjoy) their virgin spines.
If these walls could speak,
I bet they’d whisper ‘take another stroll, take another night’.
There was no big silence…there was no big fall.
Everyone slept through it all.
They laid out the tracks on this midnight road,
with plans in mind,
but no place to go.