Even Mushroom Clouds Have A Silver Lining.

I want to see this city in flames.
I want to cast a fucking plague.
Let it rain.
Oh, let it rain.

And clean these shitty streets
Restart this heart so it beats
For something
That's not just in vain.

We're all dead, we just don't know it yet.
So go out and take everything you can get.
I can't wait for the south to sink,
It seems the price of hope is disappointment.

There is no ambition here.
When will what we've done become something real?
You all fail me,
Because every time's the same.

This web we tried to weave,
Didn't catch a fucking thing.
So now let's tear it apart
And start again.

If you're thinking what I'm thinking
Then you'll see the south is sinking.
The city's dying, let's pull the plug and run.
Because these roads don't feel like they hold homes,
They just host the weights that will make us drown,
But we're too jaded now to ever die young.

This is dead, poisoned by regrets.
So let's look to see what we can kill next.
I can't wait for the south to sink,
It seems the price of hope is disappointment.