I dont hang out in makeshift graveyards/ Ill serve my time in them soon enough and I cant deny the foolish compromise by satellites/ stop! My routine runs cold machine guns it feels like poison to virgin tongues so try stop and die fiber optics tie us alive/ so adios sayonara prizefighter! Youre no champion youre a casualty/ turn yourself in youre trained chagrin its a sad charade/ in your disappointment I caught you smiling/ bright shades of white nothing else reminds you of life nothing else inspires you to try/ it was candles on the dresser/ it was what you loved the most/ it was flashes in your mirror and you thought you saw a ghost/ and I hope this feels better and I hope that you stay true/ seldom kissing/ only wishing/ this is what I thought Id have to do