Bad Stuff

Last ditch effort to communicate
If you hear my voice, then it might not be too late
You feel my heart that we're tied by fate
Well, come on, come on, you can't understand it

The battle city on a Friday night, all right
The lonely people don't know that we're alive
And well, the city swears that it lies
So come on, come on, hopeful romantics

The streets are dark and all the buildings burned
They were the only sign that we'd lived on this earth
They only fought cause they never learned
How to love like the spirit is faded

Their minds are sick, their empty eyes are red
Oh yeah, their hearts are heavy, and their hopes are all dead
The fever grows, and the concrete spreads
So come on, don't look away, hey, hey, hey

There come a time when they listen
There come a time when they listen, oh
There come a time when they listen
There come a time when it's different, oh

There come a time when it's different, but not today
There come a time when it's different, oh
There come a time when it's different, but not today
A day when it's different, oh

There come a time when it's different, but not today
But not til we'll run and stop
There come a time when it's different, but not today
But not til we'll run and stop

Last ditch effort to communicate
If you hear my voice, then it might not be too late
If you feel my heart, then we're tied by fate
Can you see our hearts leavin?

SOS, there's no end in sight
Good free people, lock your visions up at night
Your sons are dead. Now prepare to fight
Well, there's no consolation