It's not just you
We've all got blackened hearts
We've all got saddened parts

And they don't know this play
They don't feel the bass
No happy endings, no soothing chords
More like a fist on the piano

And I'm happy that we're always offbeat
I'm happy that we're always offbeat

"The best minds of my generation, destroyed by madness
Burning for a connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night"

They sleep while they count the days
They fear the moment when they part their ways
Heads in cement, knees to the ground
They loathe the beast they've crowned

"They broke their backs lifting moloch to heaven"
"They broke their backs lifting moloch to heaven"

We are the sea and all its sickness
Just as blue and equally still
Like the other sore lips that are swaying with us
"We're all still ill"

Brothers, sisters, reap what you sow
God is dead, we're alone
The city's howl never felt so loud, but we're never quite mute