the telephone is ringing
disconnect the line
the tension
oh it`s building
but i`m alright, yeah i`m alright
and the stars are colliding
so you might as well,
oh you might as well
let me go
the television is burning
i set it on fire
the wheels, they keep turning
but i`m fine, yeah i`m fine
and what about the questions we had
locked up inside
somewhere, somehow,
we`ve been denied
hand in hand we walk behind pretending,
defending while our souls our tied.
it`s only the third hour
my conscience subsides
but something will remind
that you lied, yeah you lied
and what about the consequences?
this can`t be right