broadcast fear,
while you're waving your banner,
say the end is near.
I turn my head,
but I take you in.
Standing in the gutter,
now I'm stuck again.
Listening to words that,
you won't say,
thoughts laced in heroine
won't go away.
Yes I'm angry,
yes I'm down,
leave me lonely,
I'll come around.
Chorus:
If you could read my mind,
this would be so much easier.
If you could take back time,
this would be so much easier.
Reminiscent hatred,
through my veins,
and it's flowing ever faster,
as you stay the same.
Time stands still,
as weeks pass by,
I hope you hurt,
I hope you cry.
Call it my fault
call it what you want,
when it all comes down,
you're still wrong.
Yes I'm angry,
yes I'm down
leave me lonely,
I'll come around.
(chorus)
Standing on your soap box
broadcast fear
while you're waving your banner
say the end is near.
I turn my head,
but I take you in.
Standing in the gutter,
now I'm stuck again.