I'm told the angels used to sing, I''ve heard this telephone used to ring. You'll find yourself no reason a the bottom of that bottle, In the face of loss and all that remains. What do you say, When they take away the one thing that you dreamed And everything you wanted is denied And all the things you hoped for simply; dreamed, deny, destroyed. Dreamed, denied, destroyed. Though you have a face, your faceless, Though you feel young you're old. Your voice is not the voice that's being bought and sold. It's just not worth the effort or the sizeable invested. When this potry tune is all you have to show What do you say, When they take away the one thing that you dreamed And everything you wanted is denied And all the things you hoped for simply; dreamed, denied, destroyed. Dreamed, denied, destroyed. What do you say, When they take away the one thing that you dreamed And everything you wanted is denied And all the things you hoped for simply; dreamed, denied, destroyed. Dreamed, denied, destroyed. Dreamed, denied, destroyed. Dreamed, denied, destroyed.