If you leave then we won't play For the walls will wash away the few And we'll stand displayed far past the expiration date For the stage we stand upon, Is so vaguely fake
So why are we here, for the sake of the sound? When the sound Is falling upon deaf ears, (upon deaf ears)! So why are we here? Your faces are forward Focused on what you call frames So we'll offer up the canvas, to be left and un-obtained And If no one hears the sound was It there from the start?
