Watch the news through my fingers That cover my eyes On this big wheel of fortune Who's next to die? Is it the prince in the castle the kids in the crèche Or the one who you love most or the only one left Roll on the snare drum The velvet does fall That's a good one man! What was the point of it all? If you had the choice of who lives and who dies Would you offer an answer to the ones who ask why? And I hope, I don't lose it when I get to that tight bend And if you do If you pick me I promise it's not for pretend we painted over the best work of art When we lit up the billboards We've hidden the stars So is it any wonder why we fell apart On this journey of insight Not sure where to start Cut all our tethers Chained to our ideas That we got from the textbook But its not what we feel Could I finally make peace At the final release Let go of that balloon and give in to the beast and I'll try not to abuse it but it's getting hard to pretend And I'll try not to lose it when we get to that tight bend Oh my God was that a comet I saw it just lit up the sky Like a lost astronaut So l'll fill up the capsule and off to the core Where I'll change my perspective and come back with much more If this is a costume Can I take it off? If the seams start to split will my flesh fall apart? They won't be happy until we are replaced By machines or touch screens Who needs us anyway? So, if I lose it When I get to that tight bend I hope that you knew it It's getting hard to pretend it's getting hard to pretend Debunk the myth Draw a line in the dirt If we both have to jump Which ones gonna go first? Yes, yes, I drank the potion that scrambled my thoughts made me soft round the edges where death once was We are an obstacle An inevitable great unknown If there's a secret we can keep it house will then become a home Reverse butterflies Retreat to cocoons Where we see out our later life In summers bloom But I hope I don't lose it When I get to that tight bend and I hope I can fake it Cause it's getting hard to pretend It’s getting hard to pretend So skip to the ending Don't watch the repeats And if you bought all the boxsets then keep your receipts News through my fingers That cover my eyes On this big wheel of fortune Then who's next to die?