Can we go?
We've never spun so slow.
Enter the second act
cracked, and worn, and broke.
(And we choke!)
Forgive the static leaving
impersonal bleeding
(until we get somewhere)
We just wanted what's ours.
Forget about the broken strings and thread,
or the cloud around your head.
Is that what we want?
A group, a cliche, a band disbanded killing living dead.
Is this what we want?
Remember all the words we should have said
about you and me ahead.
Is this what we want?
(Always.)