Rise Against Elective Amnesia
We don't sleep very much
These triggers ache for the touch
Where's the strength we relied on?
Here alone, like a crutch
Maybe that's what keeps us up
All the night with the lights on...
All these screams simulate
Has that no longer take place
Can this be what we become?
Paper-thin, over-weight
Pills to arouse or sedate
Still we don't know what we want
We can let go
Can't you see?
To lose control
Is to be falling free
First a spark
Then a flame
Now a fire
We explode!
Into the darkest of nights
Disconnect,
Cut the cord,
Lights are dead,
Now they'll know,
With everything comes a price!
And each day we are torn
Between the right and the wrong
Between life and convenience
Why lose sleep? Why complain?
There's always channels to change
It's like elective amnesia.
As we gro older,
In this place,
Let's just start over,
Let's erase
What they made
First a spark,
Then a flame,
Now a fire
We explode!
Into the darkest of nights
Disconnect,
Cut the cord,
Lights are dead
Now they'll now,
That everything comes a price!
It could be minutes away,
It could be hours or days
Before the bottom falls out,
Before the ground gives way
Into this debt we are born
A debt we try to repay
And yet we blacken the sky
Smoke rising out of the flames
Now they'll know...
First a spark!
Then a flame!
Now a fire!
We explode
Into the darkest of nights!
Disconnect!
Cut the cord!
Lights are dead!
Now they'll know
With everything comes a price!
First a spark!
Then a flame!
Now a fire!
We explode!
We explode!
We explode!
With everything comes a price
Disconnect!
Cut the cord!
Lights are dead!
We explode
We explode
