[bad word] to the fracture
Here in the the land of broken things
We burned our history lessons
In the fire of childhood kings
When [bad word] out of ammunition
When we exhaust our last defense
And we go from screams to whispers
This might all make more sense

We've finally disconnected
We are unemotional
And the anthems we are singing
Don't mean anything at all
We're afraid of our conclusions
What we love will kill us first
And the way to tell the difference
From what we hate only makes things worse

Put your arms around me
Put your arms around me now
Put your arms around me
Put your arms around me now

We are objects without motion
Set this way by force
When our broken hearts gives bad ideas
It caused the great divorce
We found suburbi-anderthal
In it's natural state
It acts and looks just like us all
But we still don't relate
Rolling windows up in neighborhoods
We drive through in our cars
Most days we can avoid them
So things will stay the way they are

Put your arms around me
Put your arms around me now
Put your arms around me
Put your arms around me now

I can hear the sounds of violins
In every word you breathe
And the worst of what's [bad word] of you
Is what's [bad word] of me
I can feel your hands are shaking
While you reach into the night
Don't let go
I'll hold on tight

Put your arms around me
Put your arms around me now
Put your arms around me
Put your arms around me now