There's a cold, empty look in our eyes
Something's dying
Dying in us
Turned away in our bed on our sides
There's no hiding
Hiding for us
We've lit all the candles
Said all the prayers
The anti-depressants
Don't anti-depress
So high
We can't get over it
So wide
We can't get around it
100 or nothing
It can't be true
I don't want you
100 of nothing
Is what you get
What did you expect?
There's a silence so loud all the time
And it's screaming
Screaming at us
An emotional violence of signs
And it's poison
It's poisoning us
The bank account's empty
The river's run dry
There's anger, resentment
Disease in our minds
So high
We can't get over it
So wide
We can't get around it
100 or nothing
It can't be true
I don't want you
100 of nothing
Is what you get
What did you expect?