I started with ABC, defeated my enemies. Now all that's left are letters Y&T. It's just a processional. It's not a confessional. The meaning is gone I knew it all along. Sifting through the debris. How did I know? Set those dead letters free. Should have never gone. You thought I was on a roll. React to the chemicals. You've got a wish that's made of solid gold. I'm licking the floor for crumbs. A piece of what I've become. Now all my fingers are completely numb. Sifting through the debris. How did I know? Set those dead letters free. Should have never gone.