Nobody's listening Nobody's listening Straining our lungs to be heard Nobody's listening Nobody's listening Losing our way in these words
I spill word after word like blood down my shirt Tarnished and stained forever but you You only heard the words not the hurt And absent of pain They don't mean a thing They don't mean a thing
Nobody's listening Nobody's listening Straining our lungs to be heard Nobody's listening Nobody's listening Losing our way in these words
I taste every mistake each morning I wake A breathtaking blur of colour but I I'm crystal clear in all you hold dear Locked to your chest
It means that I'm desperate for the permanence (To wash away indifference) Is there not some equivalent (To pacify the pain) Crying in unwelcome ears (Swallowed into perfect fears) What's the use in firing flares (If they don't mean a thing) (They don't mean a thing)
Nobody's listening Nobody's listening Straining our lungs to be heard Nobody's listening Nobody's listening Losing our way in these words
Am I awake, or am I asleep Is this the end, or just another dream How can you tell, when you can't feel What can't be seen, but, oh my god, is it real
Because I don't need you to see this And I don't want you to feel this But I only have so much spark to offer in all of this darkness And I screamed for you until the day I gave up and lost my voice So with crimson arms and this broken neck You fucking tell me who made this choice!
This is the end This is the end
This is the end This is the end (Nobody's listening) (Nobody's listening)
This is the end This is the end (Nobody's listening) (Nobody's listening)
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