Let's write the songs that they want
I thought they'd love us but they don't, they don't
With tails tucked between our legs
We'll find a home made of regrets
We'll stay shipwrecked and sinking
What a terrible thought to be thinking

You were with us but you let these thoughts in your head
We're not who we're supposed to be
With all the symptoms of the sickness
We have SCENE!
Are you better off leaving?

Tough words held behind my teeth
Pleading that they be set free, but they're empty
That's what some always will want
game of who's best with their taunts
That are faceless and cred-less

You were with us but you let these thoughts in your head
We're not who we're supposed to be
With all the symptoms of the sickness
We have SCENE!
Are you better off leaving?

With every song that you sing (I can't walk away)
It's yours to the heart
And when you fly or fall (I can't walk away)
Then a new one will start
My eyes burn with hope (I can't walk away)
That you hear what we say
If this was just for the gain then may we never get paid (You can't walk away)
And the music that makes my feet move too (You can't walk away)
Is the same as the music that's inside of you (You can't walk away)
The [bad word] is that when you can see past yourself (You can't walk away)
Your song is the same as everyone else

Let's write the songs that they want
I thought they'd love us but they don't

You were with us but you let these thoughts in your head
We're not who we're supposed to be
With all the symptoms of the sickness
We have SCENE!
You're better off leaving