Lyrics

My mind is empty 'cept for the symphony. You think you can't hear it? You're just used to the sound. It's a cacophony: moves neither silent nor softly. This gun is loaded: I think you should hold it. Get used to the weight before you wave it around. Betrayed by your friends with a Judas kiss. They could save you, but they're not around. Stop what you're doing and you could void your own ruin. I feel so discordant. These things are important. If you take it or leave it, you'll just have to absorb it. They could save you, but they're used to your sound.