The sky is falling as we wage our war with wall street.
You indulge in the facade, there's talk of promise in the air.
While we're standing at the pumps.
Filling up on politics.
From generation to generation, anticipating conversation.
You're silence is toxic; you're the heart of the disease.
Does the truth draw you closer to the edge of your seat?
No. not a soul will raise their voice above a whisper tonight,
Because our actions speak louder than our words do.

So just stand there with your arms folded,
And I hope your entertained.
Strictly business; blood for the barrel.
And some are only getting eighteen fucking years to the gallon.
Well,
I think we're running on empty.
What do we have to prove?
Give me some inspiration.
No, don't you take on step further.

Just when you thought it was over.

And we believe that we have everything, but we have nothing.
And we believe that we know everything, but we know nothing.