Tell me do you hear the voice behind the trauma?
It’s umbilical to the gun that kills
Do you hear the screams?
That spray their words over the world stage
Do you know the truth behind the pseudo screen?

Take the noise and go
So it can be over
Go to back to the hell where you belong
I don’t like what you’ve done to

Hopeless
Slaves to the static of the broken mind
A subtle burden
Home to the hurt and songs of sullen
Are we running out of time?
It’s so overwhelming the world around us bleeds
Well I know that thought has its flaws
But this ignorance is no remedy
We need…a saving grace

Take the noise and go
So it can be over
Go to back to the hell where you belong
I don’t like what you’ve done to
To us

Take me far away from here
Away from all this madness
That pains me

Take the noise and go
So it can be over
Go to back to the hell where you belong
I don’t like what you’ve done to us