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