Apathy vs. rage A symptom of our age Been living out our days Observers not the actors There seems to be of late A currency of hate We make the same mistakes Crown bad behaviour king now I can feel it in my head sometimes Little burning of that inner fire When it's coming down to the wire I could do my very worst Choose my words and make 'em hurt Get the final blow in first Whatever gets the win Wading through the mire How quickly we do tire We're lighting our own pyre Turn all the world to ash now And through the deep unease Hope we are good at least Been praying someone please Will right the wrongs we've made now Still I can feel it in my head sometimes Little the burning of that inner fire When it's coming down to the wire The wire, the wire I could do my very worst Choose my words and make 'em hurt Get the final blow in first Whatever gets the win I could do my very worst Watch my inner sanctum burst (if I wanna) Without blessing, without curse The age we're living in Creeping and crawling around Someone's out there Faceless and nameless Got the neighbors dead scared At night you while away the hours The powers that be won't let you rest Dissect the fear, the threat perceive An enemy you've never met Do your very worst Choose your words and make 'em hurt Get the final blow in first Whatever gets the win You could do your very worst (if you wanna) Watch your inner sanctum burst (if you wanna) Without blessing, without curse The age we're living in Apathy vs. rage A symptom of our age But I want out The age we're living in