Fiasco Songtext

If I could cleanse them
I would
With all my concentration
Then I would stop this
Ritual death and destruction

Swallow the empty consumer silence
Resist the fury plaguing the inside
Swallow the empty consumer silence
Resist the fury plaguing the inside

Such a frightful display
Such a silly fiasco
Piss poor pathetic patterns
Repeat I still need to be claimed
...I still need to be claimed

Now you sit with me so broken and alone
The conversation stricktly between us And these walls

Or at least pretend
To wash my hands in the dark
Occupied this restless, helpless situation
Hands on my head and...

If I could cleanse them
I would
With all my concentration
Then I would stop this
Ritual death and destruction

Swallow the empty consumer silence
Resist the fury plaguing the inside
Swallow the empty consumer silence
Resist the fury plaguing the inside

Such a frightful display
Such a silly fiasco
Piss poor pathetic patterns
Repeat I still need to be claimed
...I still need to be claimed

Haven't remained
Love something awful
Dig through the pieces
Of what has remained
Cowering
Tears in the corner
Not everyone's nice
I couldn't understand

Run! Run!
Run to the fire
That burns! Burns!
Burns in your eyes
Like the end
How will you take this place?
It's not where you wanted to be

This is your opportunity
To be honoured by
Love and misery
Take your suffering