Could you turn on the TV?
Doesn’t matter what’s on,
Just give me something to believe in,
Doesn’t matter if it’s wrong.
Somedays you must find ourselves
Forced to draw a blank,
Or say you can go and fuck yourself,
But God, who’d want that?
Don’t you know when you’re waiting to live
You’re just waiting to die?
If it’s toll makes you sick,
Get out of my sight.
Like another tragedy
Breathing through our ears,
I fear everything
At least when it’s here.
Don’t you know when you’re waiting to live
You’re just waiting to die?
If it’s toll makes you sick,
Get out of my sight.
Brotherly love is not enough
To kill and call one’s bluff,
So where do you turn?
Who were you weren’t
Where do you learn?
What’s my call to arms?
What’s my call to arms?
What’s my call to arms?
What’s my call to arms?
What’s my call to arms?
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