Hiding from a gun inside your high school, oh
Just another Tuesday, normal, old news
Someone spilled their blood on Molly's white shoes
Someone called their mother from the bathroom
And it all feels cold
All the men in suit and ties
And their empty words
In their thoughts and prayers tonight
While the country burns
They collect a check in pride
And the system works
And we all stay terrified
What are we doing here?
Think we got sold out
Looks like another year
Without a way out
Numb now, break down, formalize your bedroom
As the only place that you belong to
Speak to no one, choke up like they taught you
Build hermetic walls, they might protect you
From the blue light war
And the failed experiments
And the right-wing force
And the brutal hell of it
And your aching core
To feel your youth a bit
All you're asking for
Is a quiet place to live
What are we doing here?
Think we got sold out
Looks like another year
Without a way out
What are we doing here?
Aren't you tired?
Pain is a souvenir
It's a reminder (ah)
Saw a group of boys on television
Mourning Jake, who died, self-inflicted
Tortured through the phone and no one listened
Buried in the ground, his father visits
And it's all a game
And it's working overtime
To distract from pain
Double-tapping, swiping right
While we throw away
Every chance to socialize
All we know is rage
It's a lethal parasite
What are we doing here?
Think we got sold out
Looks like another year
Without a way out
What are we doing here?
Aren't you tired?
Pain is a souvenir
It's a reminder
