We’ve been sleepwalking through days and I can’t seem to wake up The beauty in farewell is yours alone to move in circles
Summon all your soldiers, stand them in a line Be born to the horizon
Air your grievance, we shut it down Shed your conscience, we shut it down
All that we’ve ever loved These places make me nervous We are not giving up These faces make me nervous We’ve got air in our lungs These faces make me nervous
Air your grievance, we shut it down Shed your conscience, we shut it down
Summon all of your soldiers, stand them in a line We’re not afraid of what happens, not afraid to crack the spine
My thoughts were of you doing something or other Thoughts of my father, thoughts of my mother Deliver us now to an early grave Chasing and chasing again and again
Air your grievance, we shut it down Shed your conscience, we shut it down