[Verse 1]

These are only words and artificial tones

We're just skin and bones playing telephone with things

We probably never said at all

This world is stitched with schemes

Where once there was reality

It's hard to reach across the unbelievable distances

Between what we really are and who we claim to be

The irony engine isn't lost on me

[Verse 2]

The shame is that we saw it coming

In the faces of the young among us on crayon and paper drawings

The clearest writing on the wall we could ever ask for

What do they believe?

Where are all their fathers? Where are all their mothers? Who left them there alone with the television remote like some Philosopher's Stone

"Figure it out on your own, child"

[Verse 3]

If I still have anything to say, I'll try to make it plain

Contrivance is a luxury I don't have in the time that's left before the madness overtakes me

I'm a voice among the voices

The roar of whispers closes in

And the point seems to be pointless

And I've forgotten who I am

And I've forgotten who I am

[Outro]

These are only words

Artificial tones

These are only words

These are only words