The Wire

Apathy, the rage
A symptom of our age
We're living out our days
Observers not the actors

There seems to be of late
A currency of hate
We make the same mistakes
Come back, babe, you're king now

I can feel it in my head sometimes
Little burning of that inner fire
When it's coming down to the wire

I could do my very worst
Choose my words and make 'em hurt
Get the final blow in first
Whatever gets the win

Wading through the mire
How quickly we do tire
We're lining our own empire
Turn all the world to ash now

And through the deeper knees
But we are good at least
And praying someone please
Go right the wrongs we made now

Still I can feel it in my head sometimes
Little burning of that inner fire
When it's coming down to the wire
The wire, the wire

I could do my very worst
Choose my words and make 'em hurt
Get the final blow in first
Whatever gets the win

I could do my very worst
Watch my inner sanctum burst
With our blessing, with our curse
The age we're living in

Creeping, crawling around
Someone's out there
Faceless name that's got
The neighbors dead scared

At night you while away the hours
The powers that be won't let you rest
Dissect the fear, the threat perceive
An enemy you've never met

Do your very worst
Choose your words and make 'em hurt
Get the final blow in first
Whatever gets the win

You could do your very worst
Watch your inner sanctum burst
With our blessing, with our curse
The age we're living in

Apathy, the rage
A symptom of our age
But our now
The age we're living in