Ready for beginnings
So we need some endings first.
I might be hopeful but it’s hopeless.
Surrounded by what I’m trying to hide . . .
Paying respects to intelligence
We’re murdering ourselves
For our own offenses
This pace is too fast
But now it’s too slow
Need someone who knows
Need somewhere to go
This world is like a box
And someone lost the lock
It would drive you crazy too
But it seems I’m losing grip . . .
Why, yes, I’m falling too
No, I can’t hear a word
And, yes, this dream’s absurd
Can’t seem to find a way out
Looks like this day is fading thin . . .
Fading into pixel sin
Where’d I go?
Why do you want to know?
Not apologizing, but forgiven
Messing up but that’s okay
People have questions
Isn’t it a shame?
Hoping for an invasion
So I can explain my shame
Of the current occasion
Surrounded by what I’m trying to hide . . .
Paying respects to intelligence
Covering up what you wish you weren’t born with
Impatience Escaping . . . Erasing, Defacing
And Changing, and Changing
Accusing of losing
What happened to choosing?
I challenge your challenge
To a battle of wits
The winner of course;
Two seconds of bliss
President, leader of ignorance
It’s not what we’re good at
We’re capable of anything
But why this, we find the best?
To explain this shame
I’m hopeful but it’s hopeless
Surrounded by what I’m trying to hide . . .
Paying respects to intelligence
So we need some endings first.
I might be hopeful but it’s hopeless.
Surrounded by what I’m trying to hide . . .
Paying respects to intelligence
We’re murdering ourselves
For our own offenses
This pace is too fast
But now it’s too slow
Need someone who knows
Need somewhere to go
This world is like a box
And someone lost the lock
It would drive you crazy too
But it seems I’m losing grip . . .
Why, yes, I’m falling too
No, I can’t hear a word
And, yes, this dream’s absurd
Can’t seem to find a way out
Looks like this day is fading thin . . .
Fading into pixel sin
Where’d I go?
Why do you want to know?
Not apologizing, but forgiven
Messing up but that’s okay
People have questions
Isn’t it a shame?
Hoping for an invasion
So I can explain my shame
Of the current occasion
Surrounded by what I’m trying to hide . . .
Paying respects to intelligence
Covering up what you wish you weren’t born with
Impatience Escaping . . . Erasing, Defacing
And Changing, and Changing
Accusing of losing
What happened to choosing?
I challenge your challenge
To a battle of wits
The winner of course;
Two seconds of bliss
President, leader of ignorance
It’s not what we’re good at
We’re capable of anything
But why this, we find the best?
To explain this shame
I’m hopeful but it’s hopeless
Surrounded by what I’m trying to hide . . .
Paying respects to intelligence
