It's cold tonight The silver poles, like icicles, stuck to our skin and won't let go And these seats alone might as well be covered up with a foot of snow because getting up seems so difficult As sad as it seems to me just sitting down, witnessing a silence come back
Why can't everything be alright? To get away, run With these walls so dark and I am calling out
Reactions through airwaves, stronger, silence
The anger is swarming, a sickness, a fault, never again will I try To see through the faults of hopeless lives failing to shine
Single file lines leading to nowhere Falling like flies landing in an order But without this the world wouldn't turn