Our photographs are perfect worlds,
We're always smiling, always fake,
A picture says a thousand words, and its up to us,
what scentance those words make,

We cannot ignore, the blood spilled on the floor,
At your hands, its all your fault,
Your train is hellbound, it won't hault,
But if you jump off, then you're caught,
You just can't win,

(so scream) to help you get away,
(so scream) from the monster you've created,
(so scream) and hope to god, that it will dissapate,
(so scream) and get on your knees and pray,
(screaming) your screams will speed the train,
(screaming) and take you back to a not-so rainy day

Your photographs are desolate worlds,
The picture's faded, faces grey,
Your picture says a million words about how you have changed,

Its all because of you, this disease is killing two,
I've been infected by your lack of knowledge, the virus is your ignorance,
Burning like a mushroom cloud inside,

(you're still screaming) but to no avail,
(still screaming) the wind fell from your sails
(still screaming) the monster caught up with your train, and no one seems to care,
(stop screaming)I cannot take the sound,
(stop screaming)You are far too loud,
(stop screaming)For someone who's already dead you shouldn't even be heard,

I tried to convince you, to apologise,
I tried to convince you, don't say I never tried,
Your photographs have burned now, like you, they died in flames,
Your photographs are long from gone, I guess that you failed