Bad Stuff

Last ditch effort to communicate

If you hear my voice, then it might not be too late

You feel my heart that we're tied by fate

Well, come on, come on, you can't understand it

The battle city on a Friday night, all right

The lonely people don't know that we're alive

And well, the city swears that it lies

So come on, come on, hopeful romantics

The streets are dark and all the buildings burned

They were the only sign that we'd lived on this earth

They only fought cause they never learned

How to love like the spirit is faded

Their minds are sick, their empty eyes are red

Oh yeah, their hearts are heavy, and their hopes are all dead

The fever grows, and the concrete spreads

So come on, don't look away, hey, hey, hey

There come a time when they listen

There come a time when they listen, oh

There come a time when they listen

There come a time when it's different, oh

There come a time when it's different, but not today

There come a time when it's different, oh

There come a time when it's different, but not today

A day when it's different, oh

There come a time when it's different, but not today

But not til we'll run and stop

There come a time when it's different, but not today

But not til we'll run and stop

Last ditch effort to communicate

If you hear my voice, then it might not be too late

If you feel my heart, then we're tied by fate

Can you see our hearts leavin?

SOS, there's no end in sight

Good free people, lock your visions up at night

Your sons are dead. Now prepare to fight

Well, there's no consolation