| It’s a fact that goes unnoticed |
| One that’s yet to be seen |
| The talent here’s not what it used to be |
| I see kids, taking to stages |
| It’s so easy to be seen |
| We play it round and round in our heads |
| We play it round and round, in our heads |
| It feels like we are listening to different lines |
| All that once was truth now only gives me doubt |
| Show me something that will blow me away |
| An art reduced to rubble, your pride is now at stake |
| Time may lead us now |
| Or our efforts will be futile |
| So we prepare ourselves and lay down the law |
| We’ve never put it on the line like this before |
| We drag our heels and bide our time |
| Waiting for this to come around again |
| We drag our heels and bide our time |
| Waiting for this to come around again |
| Waiting for this to come full circle |
| Time may hear us now |
| Or our efforts will be futile |
| So we prepare ourselves and lay down the law |
| We’ve never put it on the line like this before |
| If it’s written then it must be true |
| A tale of Angst that’s met with mixed reviews |
| And we convince ourselves that we can win them round |
| If they can’t do it for us then its in our hands |
| It feels like we are listening to different lines |
| All that once was truth now only gives me doubt |
| Show me something that will blow me away |
| An art reduced to rubble, your pride is now at stake |
| It feels like we are listening to different lines |
| All that once was truth now only gives me doubt |
| Show me something that will blow me away |
| An art reduced to rubble, your pride is now at stake |