God damn this feeling i feel i'm right and the world is fucked up and prey for me cause calling my name won't find me a follower follows cause he can't see where he's going our lungs are black our hearts are gold i;m sorry stranger but my hearts not sold hope is over the hill if i could find an explanation you know i'd throw it in your face a formal demonstration, to put you in your place i tried to see what you see but it all came back to me i can see but i can't believe i can see but i can't believe the thought of being wrong it's how i am lord knows i'm trying, we'll make our own way home i can see but i can't believe our lungs are black our hearts are gold hope is over the hill