Our pockets are empty
The signal is lost
Too many low times

At such a high cost

Suddenly walking

No destination plan
The will so hard to hold
Slips out of our hands


To much conversation
We're losing our voice

It's justification
For lack of a choice


The penniless preacher
The king of the hill
Expired prescription

That we couldn't fill

The trigger is so soft

And easy to squeeze
A miscalculation
Missed enormously


A fruitless ambition
It would appear

I know a place that sells pride
Not far from here


An aborted mission
That couldn't be saved
Awards for submission

So nicely engraved

So perfect the world is

Without any view
The smallest of hope is
The biggest excuse


Suddenly a change
On expired time

Of an empty thought

Systematic flaw

In an open wound
That nobody saw


Suddenly a change
On expired time
Of an empty thought


Systematic flaw
In an open wound

That nobody saw

(You're not just telling us what we want to hear?)

(No sir, no way.)
(We came here to hear the truth.)
(Then I guess I am telling you what you want to hear.)

(Boy, didn't we just tell you not to do that?)
(Yes, sir.)
(Okay, then.)