We advertise the fiction, it keeps us honest, makes us want it
We salivate for nothing, and carry onward
Open your eyes to see that this is over
Oh, God, I wish that I could keep it honest, and take it all back
In the middle of a cold street begging for change
I help myself with every little thing that they couldn't take
We wait in silence, acting selfish like there's no one to blame
Instead of running we embrace it and forget just the same
Carry on like we were soldiers. The war has just begun
We hold our hands to the fire to feel what we had lost
What are we waiting for?
I'm running away from mistakes that I have made
Is this what we've waited for? The funeral for everyone
I say I love you still, but the only thing I know
Is if we make it out alive…
In the center of the old man, there's a disease
It gets inside and over time it eats away at the seams
Like a sickness we're infected with the price we won't pay
We turn our back to make it look like we don't understand
Carry on like we were soldiers, to find that we were wrong
We sell our souls for the answer to find what we had lost
What are we waiting for?
I'm running away from mistakes that I have made
Is this what we've waited for? The funeral for everyone
I say I love you still, but the only thing I know
Is if we make it out alive…
What are you running away from? We've really done it this time
If I decide to stay…
I'm running away from the mess we all have made
This is what we say instead, ‘the king is dead, the king is dead!'
I say I love you still, but the only thing I know
Is if we make it out alive…