Cold hands
Oh god I'm burning up
And all around is steam
All around is steam
Bury your hands and stay well
If all forests were felled for paper
It wouldn't be enough to ink out how I feel
About what's wrong with the world…
With you, with me, with us
Oh what a waste, what a waste, when someone stole away the words
So just bury your hands and stay well
Oh please, protect and hold close what's important, please discard the rest
Cue the tape shackled crowd, cue the lamps, cue the knife
Please, I need a moment of quiet
Be proud
Be a monster
Be beautiful
Be cold
(Be quiet)
Just be everything that they want you to be;
Accept that they know the best, don't speak out
I want to be told, I want to be guided;
Somebody behind the chair to tell me what to do
But sometimes I let it all out in heartbeat
Sometimes I let it all go in a moment
Sometimes I let it all fail in a rhythm
I just want to let it find the root of the chord
Nothing changes; push harder
Nothing changes. Ever
Push harder. Riot, riot
Nothing changes. Ever