Hey mister, what's going on? The skies are all black.nI've been praying for months, but I'm convinced that no one's got my back.nMy head's straight, but crooked bodies are the hobby, so I saynSo long, so long! This is all wrong.nnHey mister, did you read it in the papers,nWe've got ten tongues and they're immune to every flavor becausenWe reached out to grab what we already have and burned them all.nSo we swear, So close, co close!- what a joke...nnI'm a messenger of peace,nBut these pairs, they come in threes...nToo many people, just skinning their knees.nNo hope, no hope...nnNo hope, no hopenMost of these people, they chokennCrucifixion is the form of our addiction,nI see a room of creatures drinking blood before a teacher who says,nCome on my sons, the world is a gun, and we're all nervous fingers...nBut don't shoot, don't shoot! Not in this room.nnLaid back and selling bibles through an old shop window,nIt's old news, but people read it like they didn't know.nWe opened our eyes for one lonely night, but still broke down in the snow.nSo cold, so cold! We can't be alone.nnBut I've got nothing left to lose,nWhen the people get up, there's always someone left to hit the snooze.nI'm tired of seeding through what's wrong and what is right,nWith no hope, no hope...nnOne more cold warnYou'll find a message at your door,nA few more, and then the world is at our feet!nYour eyes are glued to the screen,nYeah it's a sad commission,nBut we're paid to please.nnDown down down down,nThe people march to every sound,nDown down down,nThe twisted smiles are all around,nDown down down,nDown where we all belong