I turn around, I turn around

How long have you been there?

Not making a sound, not making a sound

Doing your best not to stare

Poster of the modern age

You said you're not yourself today

Pin the tail, medicate

Whatever keeps you motivated

Apple for the knowledge and poison for the truth

If I knew of a better way, dear, I'd hand it off to you

Motorways, barricades

Artificial serenade

Pin the tail, medicate

Whatever keeps you motivated

Collider particles, entirely possible

You might have to losе your mind to wrap your head around it

Don't be cynical, mistakes arе miracles designed

To take what's sensible and ask yourself, "Why?"

Did everything the right way

Just born in the wrong time

Ancient constellations still

Drawing out the same lines

Poster of the modern age

The currency of our rage

Collider particles, entirely possible

You might have to lose your mind to wrap your head around it

Nearly biblical, mistakes are miracles designed

To take what's sensible and ask yourself, yourself, "Why?"

Why? Why? Why?

Laughter won't kill you, babe

Lonely is the killer, babe

If there was something I could say, I would

If there was something I could say

I would, I would, I would