can you hear them moving? the silence has been broken

pile them up into a fire, burn every conceived idea

and hope for better - but lies won't move us any further

the fiction is set up, "but at least i can hold my head up"

eye out for their timing, the process has been painful for us

you just sit there waiting, but that won't bring us any form of hope for let up

parade and ignore all that denies as product - now i can make my mind up

are we too weak to fight back