I awoke to sirens, but all you heard was apologies
Was it too loud or not loud enough
To move the moutains we built
To the trenches we dug?
Repeating ourselves
Biting our own hands- counting how many fingers fit?
How many fingers?

Sit and wait

You make this look good
You make it look so good
Dressed up in riot gear for a prat fall good for profit
We claimed the product in the name of tragedy
Were so dramatic
Now im after pyramids
What would you rig that with plastic explosives and trip wire?
And if we lost our arms
And lost our voice
Could we trick ourselves-
That we killed ourselves
Here come the sirens, were over and done for

I can never stay awake long enough to see the ending