You saw one frame Now you know the whole film? Cute. Here comes the rain on a clear-day crowd Cheap little thunder, talking too loud We built something messy We built something real You throw cold water Just to watch how it feels Nobody asked for your autopsy Nobody died, so let it breathe We’re making noise We’re having fun Go fix your life Before you fix everyone You don’t see truth You see a screen Fill in the blanks With your disease One look One lie One self-made alibi Shut your mouth Mind your lane Keep your cold hands off our flame You call it insight We call it noise Go play detective with your imaginary toys Shut your mouth Do your thing Stop throwing stones at everything You stand there screaming “I know, I know” While we move forward And leave you below Talk Talk Talk from the side No skin in the game But a mouth open wide Little glass prophet with a secondhand clue Every shadow means somebody’s watching you Connect three dots Invent the fourth Build your little bunker And preach from the porch You read one comment You cracked the code Now every stranger’s carrying a secret load Everybody’s bought Everybody’s fake Except the genius Wide awake What a hero What a mind Seeing hidden hands in every exit sign You don’t know us You know your fear Dress it as fact And volunteer One guess One post Now you’re the all-seeing ghost Shut your mouth Mind your lane Keep your cold hands off our flame You call it insight We call it noise Go play detective with your imaginary toys Shut your mouth Do your thing Stop throwing stones at everything You stand there screaming “I know, I know” While we move forward And leave you below KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF You don’t build You don’t bleed You just circle What you need A villain here A hidden thread A private movie In your head KEEP YOUR THEORIES KEEP YOUR STATIC KEEP YOUR PARANOID MATHEMATICS No grand design No coded sign Sometimes people have a good damn time Not every room is hiding a trap. Not every laugh is part of an act. Not every silence proves you were right. Sometimes the world just moves without asking for your insight. [BRIDGE: strip down to distorted bass, machine pulse and whispered command; rebuild through feedback, siren tension and escalating snare strikes] Stay in your basement Crown yourself king Interrogate dust And question everything Measure the smoke Interview the wall Write forty pages Explaining nothing at all We’ve got miles to burn We’ve got work to do No brakes No leash No room for you Shut your mouth Mind your lane We are not your little guessing game You call it warning We call it spite A bored little child trying to kill the light Shut your mouth Do your thing You don’t have to poison everything Keep chasing phantoms Keep digging your hole We’re already gone While you’re losing control YOU SEE EVERYTHING? THEN WATCH US LEAVE YOU KNOW EVERYTHING? THEN TRY TO BREATHE NO MORE STATIC NO MORE DELAY KEEP YOUR COLD WATER OUT OF OUR WAY Talk to the walls They might agree We’ve got somewhere else To be
