prophet of urban decay and alienation 
We'll toast to the starts; contrived disintegration 
To stay inspired off of isolation 
star is bored, and hey, that's my situation 

If history is a wheel, then we've broken the spokes 
Yeah, piety ain't real 
Our fathers' dreams were a hoax 

If the past is the past, I will no longer fear it 
But there's a strain in my voice, and oh God I hear it 
This forced yelling has taken its course 
I've softened the noise, but my voice is still hoarse 
The best are best at letting go 
Does your hand [bad word] to drop the rope? 
Are you Deborah? Are you Annik? 
I'm hanging our love 
To you from me 

I fought what I feel, waver on spirit 
If the past is the past, I will no longer fear it 
This forced yelling has taken it's course 
I've softened the noise, but my voice is still hoarse 
The best are best at letting go 
Does your hand [bad word] to drop the rope? 
I used to drink blood, but now I leak 
I'm carving our love onto every last tree