Our pockets are empty The signal is lost Too many low times At such a high cost
Suddenly walking No destination plan The will so hard to hold Slips out of our hands
To much conversation We're losing our voice It's justification For lack of a choice
The penniless preacher The king of the hill Expired prescription That we couldn't fill
The trigger is so soft And easy to squeeze A miscalculation Missed enormously
A fruitless ambition It would appear I know a place that sells pride Not far from here
An aborted mission That couldn't be saved Awards for submission So nicely engraved
So perfect the world is Without any view The smallest of hope is The biggest excuse
Suddenly a change On expired time Of an empty thought
Systematic flaw In an open wound That nobody saw
Suddenly a change On expired time Of an empty thought
Systematic flaw In an open wound That nobody saw
(You're not just telling us what we want to hear?) (No sir, no way.) (We came here to hear the truth.) (Then I guess I am telling you what you want to hear.) (Boy, didn't we just tell you not to do that?) (Yes, sir.) (Okay, then.)
