They Don't Want What We Want (And They Don't Care)

Can you feel the hairs stand on the back of your neck? Can you feel your heart beating right out of your chest? Panic Panic There's somethin' strange going on in this room The walls are melting, I can hear the ceilin' screaming to come down I can't believe we built this room It was meant to be a sanctuary, not a prison There's something strange going on in this house It's like we're pushin' all these buttons, trying to start a war Amongst ourselves, but we don't know what we want All we know's that we don't want what they want What we want What they want What we want What we want Can you feel the hairs stand on the back of your neck? Can you feel your heart beating right out of your chest? Can you feel your bones ache like there's something within? Can you feel your blood pumping inside of your skin? Can you feel it? Panic, panic Can you feel it? Panic, panic There's something wrong with the castle they're in Watching over every single move that we make Try to see past their perfect smiles They were supposed to be protectors, not o-fucking-ppressors There's something wrong with the way that they speak Like the more they take from us, the better off that we'll be Anything to get the power they seek All I know's that they don't want what we want What we want What they want What we want What we want Can you feel the hairs stand on the back of your neck? Can you feel your heart beating right out of your chest? Can you feel your bones ache like there's something within? Can you feel your blood pumping inside of your skin? Can you feel it? Panic, panic Can you feel it? Panic, panic We don't want what they want They don't want what we want We don't want what they want And they don't care Panic Panic Panic