you sit outside in the dark and get nicked by the strobe light while we`re playing indoors. we play in a bar, we play in a basement. we play in a room where the mix isn`t right. the help at the door, the age to get in, the artist is smug, they don`t sound like they did. we`re ready to move, the crowd is a stare. if you`ve got things on your mind, shake them off. that`s why we have come to collect you bodies from your lovers, and pause all the suffering... at least start pacing. you`re not on the list, you paid to get in. your boyfriend is mad, it was something you did. in concert tonight, the bass drum is quick. if you`ve got things on your mind, shake them off.