the telephone is ringing, disconnect the line

the tension is building but I'm alright

the stars are colliding,

so you might as well let me go



the television is burning because I set it on fire

the wheels they keep turning, but i'm fine

what about the questions we have

locked up inside



somewhere, somehow

we've been denied

hand in hand we walk behind

pretending, defending while our souls are tied



It's only the third hour, my conscience subsides

But something reminds me that you lied

What about the consequences?

This can't be right