BLACKOUT

I don't know what we're supposed to be But I know we lost it along the way to something better Something so much more than pleasure That we seek, so blind inside To fill these holes left by these lies That we tell to ourselves as we manufacture our own hell I'll walk you through a broken dream Just to find the source of naivety The crushing feather Crushing so much more than ever As we live our simple lives And play these roles writ by these lies So compelled by this spell As we manufacture our own hell Nothing will be free Nothing will be done Nothing will be free Nothing will be done Black out the sun Black out the sun Equal misery for you and me Black out the sun Nothing will be left for me Erosion of my sanity All I feel is enemies surrounding my whole world My whole world Nothing will be free Nothing will be done Nothing will be free Nothing will be done Black out the sun Black out the sun