So we're beginning at the end With a message transmitted by the accident Send the damage was with us from the start But you can't touch the forces Of our hurricane hearts Eleemosynary was your call But you lied to the lonely hearts On your desperate fall And false was your figure from within And gone are your golden ones
To their desolate pens They stand battening the hatches, yeah And we hope you brought your patience for the ride You question our character and our kind You say we're so unintelligent 'cause our pockets ain't lined But we're collecting all your press of self-destruction And your corporate mess