Parts & Labor
Vision of Repair
the lights they go down slowly as the cheering voices fadebereft of all the guilt in which the victors surely tradethe story's so familiar but the truth we can't ignorewe stomp and stutter madly for the constant guts and gorewe are the audiencewe are the trusted fools we are ambivalent we are the golden rule they are entitled they are ignorant they are unstoppable and they are heaven sent despair when they declare we have no choice we've got to tear it down to build it up again do you share their vision of repair and the cynic spits prediction and every holy man has lied it takes a barely wizened crier to question why we must abide and the scenery's familiar but they can't admit they're lost they can't retrace their steps if they've burned every single bridge they've crossed we are the followers we are the trusted fuel they are unstable and the exception to the rule
From Letras Mania