The world itself consumed
Man that's the only [bad word] 
And what we loved was not enough
Even though we wanted to

I learned it sick in bed
Mining golden vapors
Regrets like charms laid end to end
And other sweet divinities

And this I learned and thus I gleaned
And what we loved was not enough
But kiss it quick and rise again
Kiss it quick and rise again

(The day [bad word] when we no longer feel)

There'll be war in our cities
And riots at the mall
Blood on our doorsteps
And panics at the ball

All our cities gonna burn
All our bridges gonna snap
All our pennies gonna rot
Lightning roll across our tracks

All our children gonna die
All our children gonna die
All our children gonna die

Then the west will rise again
And then the west will rise again

So goodnight vain children
Tonight is yours, the lights are yours
If you'd just ask for more, then poverty and war

(The day [bad word] when we no longer feel)