No Uncertain Terms

Come to find out we're not so smart

Or all that worth saving or pure of heart

And now?

How do you write that song when

You get the answer you never wanted all along?

No uncertain terms, you watched it burn alive

A thousand nights and days

Counting the ways

Just counting the ways to make it all stop

Everything that you wanted

And silently hoped for

It's off the table, this structure is rotted

It's rotted through and through

And there's just the tailspin left now

Just this frantic, panicked clawing like dogs

And anything that isn't nailed down

So bring out your others

So bring out your dead

We're taking on water

It's the

It's the beginning of the end

What we, what we were

Back there

Is what we are

Is what we are

Is what we are

I could scream but we've been screaming

Bloody murder all the way down

I'm done hoping for better

Done feeding all of these machines more crushed dreams and tears

I could scream but we've been screaming

Oh, and, cathartic as it is

There's not a "Fuck you" left in the world that can cover all this

Because we chose the abyss

Well past the eleventh hour, with all solutions at hand, we said

It might be nice, it might be nice

To step off this cliff

Now we're going for some mid-air retraction

Like gravity was persecution

How we rewrite it now is just an alibi

Some deluded obituary

Full of fraud and flattery

That there'll be no one left to

Left to impress

Pallbearers to carry the casket

No mourners to grieve it

No one left to read it

Oh, count your dead, and lick your wounds

Cut the shit, it's what we do

No going back to hypotheticals now

'Cause now we know this is what we are

'Cause now we know this is what we are

Is what we are, is what we are

And always were, yeah

And always

And you can say, "It's them and not me"

And you can say, "It's them and not me"

But it, it takes a whole world to throw a whole world away

Yeah, so what's left to say?