Lyrics

The concrete’s glistening and the glare is awful
You can’t see your screen
Some indiscernible song thumps through the window
It just beats, beats, beats
The air is warm and easy and I’m slicing through it
And it’s too hot for drugs

And I choose violence, I choose violence over peace
And you’ll choose silence over listening to me

And you turn up the radio it hisses like a pipe and drowns me out
But you don’t make a sound
It’s just a power that you have to know you have but you’ll never use
What else is new?

I am scattered out through too many battles out to
Collect my head
I see clearly that I’m going nowhere
Don’t pretend you feel bad

Just give me something, give me something I can use
So my idle hands don’t take it out on you

And you turn up the radio it hisses like a pipe and drowns me out
But you don’t make a sound
It’s just a power that you have to know you have but you’ll never use
What else is new?

We all see it coming
There’s nothing we can do
I’ll shut my eyes and listen
And just try to forget it’s you

The concrete’s glistening and my lungs are dragging
They scrape the ground
But I’m still breathing and I’m still repeating
That insufficient sound

And I’ll be waiting, I’ll be waiting in your bed
And I’ll inherit things that I deserved instead

And I’ll turn up the radio it hisses like a pipe and drowns you out
But I won’t make a sound
It’s just a power that I have to know I have but I’ll never use
That’ll be new