They Don't Want What We Want (And They Don't Care)

Can you feel the hairs stand on the back of your neck?
Can you feel your heart beating right out of your chest?
Panic

Panic

There's somethin' strange going on in this room
The walls are melting, I can hear the ceilin' screaming to come down
I can't believe we built this room
It was meant to be a sanctuary, not a prison
There's something strange going on in this house
It's like we're pushin' all these buttons, trying to start a war
Amongst ourselves, but we don't know what we want
All we know's that we don't want what they want

What we want
What they want
What we want
What we want

Can you feel the hairs stand on the back of your neck?
Can you feel your heart beating right out of your chest?
Can you feel your bones ache like there's something within?
Can you feel your blood pumping inside of your skin?
Can you feel it? Panic, panic
Can you feel it? Panic, panic

There's something wrong with the castle they're in
Watching over every single move that we make
Try to see past their perfect smiles
They were supposed to be protectors, not o-fucking-ppressors
There's something wrong with the way that they speak
Like the more they take from us, the better off that we'll be
Anything to get the power they seek
All I know's that they don't want what we want

What we want
What they want
What we want
What we want

Can you feel the hairs stand on the back of your neck?
Can you feel your heart beating right out of your chest?
Can you feel your bones ache like there's something within?
Can you feel your blood pumping inside of your skin?
Can you feel it? Panic, panic

Can you feel it? Panic, panic

We don't want what they want
They don't want what we want
We don't want what they want
And they don't care
Panic

Panic
Panic