The Rage (v. 2) (rough edit)


Communication's cutting out
Impressions made are still in doubt
Both drifting in the atmosphere
We'll float away and disappear

It doesn't seem to make much sense
We're caught up in the present tense
All learning how to love and hate
But never how to set things straight

Nothing much to say, I guess
Some fabled truths gone unconfessed
There's nothing here at all, nothing here at all

Polluting every star filled night
A sky beneath the satellites
Still holding on to watch them turn
Forgetting what we should've learned

Can you hold me up a little bit longer?
Hold me up until I get stronger
Yeah hold me up and never let me down

As the rage, it starts to fool you
All the darkness comes alive
You may win this war of roses now
But it's not you who survives

Nothing much to say, I guess
Some fabled truths gone unconfessed
There's nothing here at all, nothing here at all

Now you come back home
But you're cut up in pieces, you feel so alone
As these whispers drone
They're grinding down to set in stone

Is it over now?
I'm trying hard honey, I'm trying to get out
But it's a false recount
For all the ways we don't know how

As the rage, it starts to fool you
All the darkness comes alive
You may win this war of roses now
But it's not you who survives

While the rage, it overtakes you
Is there something you'd confess?
So hell bent on revenge, I fear
It won't relieve your emptyness
When there's more to life than this

Yeah there's more to life than this
Oh there's more to life than this

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