Right now, well it's finally time to face my fears.
Gonna get the hell out of here
And create a fresher atmosphere,
But the consequence is clear.
There's a furnace set on high
And a yearning undefined.
But it's time to turn the tide,
It's social suicide.
Like you, perseverance is a useless tool,
Just a patron on a ship of fools,
Feigning interest in the cast and crew,
Why you've broken every single rule.
There's a furnace set on high
And a yearning undefined.
But it's time to turn the tide,
It's social suicide.
Shadows entertain the unwashed masses,
Scholars explain their numb reactions.
I don't even know if I can ever find truth
But I'm sure it won't come from following you.
There's a furnace set on high
And a yearning undefined.
But it's time to turn the tide,
It's social suicide.
