The Wire

Apathy, the rage A symptom of our age We're living out our days Observers not the actors There seems to be of late A currency of hate We make the same mistakes Come back, babe, you're king now I can feel it in my head sometimes Little burning of that inner fire When it's coming down to the wire I could do my very worst Choose my words and make 'em hurt Get the final blow in first Whatever gets the win Wading through the mire How quickly we do tire We're lining our own empire Turn all the world to ash now And through the deeper knees But we are good at least And praying someone please Go right the wrongs we made now Still I can feel it in my head sometimes Little burning of that inner fire When it's coming down to the wire The wire, the wire I could do my very worst Choose my words and make 'em hurt Get the final blow in first Whatever gets the win I could do my very worst Watch my inner sanctum burst With our blessing, with our curse The age we're living in Creeping, crawling around Someone's out there Faceless name that's got The neighbors dead scared At night you while away the hours The powers that be won't let you rest Dissect the fear, the threat perceive An enemy you've never met Do your very worst Choose your words and make 'em hurt Get the final blow in first Whatever gets the win You could do your very worst Watch your inner sanctum burst With our blessing, with our curse The age we're living in Apathy, the rage A symptom of our age But our now The age we're living in