welcome to the fracture
here in the the land of broken things
we burned our history lessons
in the fire of childhood kings
when we run out of ammunition
when we exhaust our last defense
and we go from screams to whispers
this might all make more sense
we’ve finally disconnected
we are unemotional
and the anthems we are singing
don’t mean anything at all
we’re afraid of our conclusions
what we love will kill us first
and the way to tell the difference
from what we hate only makes things worse