the telephone is ringing, disconnect the line
the tension is building but Im alright
the stars are colliding, so you might as well let me go
the television is burning because I set it on fire
the wheels they keep turning, but im fine
what about the questions we have locked up inside
somewhere, somehow
weve been denied
hand in hand we walk behind pretending,
defending while our souls are tied
Its only the third hour, my conscience subsides
But something reminds me that you lied
What about the consequences?
This cant be right
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