Ditto

They'll make a racket but it's just best

To take their voices and stuff them into jars

There's no telling where the story ends or starts

But we can sit here and observe them from afar

They'll wrap the cables much to tight

They'll put the stop on the wrong side of the door

It's such a wreckage but one-by-one

You'll see them lining up, begging us for more

And when it ends

And when it ends

And when it ends

We shouldn't be here, we should be like them

A prisoner to ourselves

But I'd much rather wear ripped clothes

Than the dirty brands lined up on the shelves

And when it ends

And when it ends

And when it ends

And when it ends

And when it ends

And when it ends

And when it ends

And if it ends

If it ends

If it packs itself away and makes it through the bends

I might just get a word in

But I'll stay still

I'll stay still

I'll stay still

I'll stay still

I'll stay still

I'll stay still

I'll stay still

I'll stay still