Lyrics

Open up and save yourself from hell An aperture away to someplace else Past the shrill, shrieking hysteria of a crestfallen America Louder than the falling bombs themselves Fear's the looming vice like mobiles hung over our beds And we, like everyone, will end up dead The Turner Joy disappeared off shore Lost with every singlе soul aboard The spectacle will lеave you with what you want to believe in Or stupefied and shipping off to war But irony's a song sung by a bird who loves its cage And we, like everything, will fade away Here we are, born under the wire A drop of water to a world on fire Another stain on the time we'll leave behind There we were with the keys to the kingdom Our marching songs with no one left to sing them Echoing through the time we left behind Behind