The Alarms

…And you feel like an empty pit,
Like someone dug out your soul.
Now you’re down with everyone else
Trying to crawl out of the hole.
And you’re wondering how you got here.
Who was it that pulled you in?
Think back to that place, that empty face
Of the bum with outstretech hand and the grin.

Can’t you hear the alarms?
(Don’t be taken)
Can’t you hear the alarms?
(Don’t be destroyed)
Can’t you hear the alarms?
(You’re the only one that matters)
Can’t you hear the alarms?
(Live…Live!)

You called it a sense of humor
That you could laugh at reality.
You’d try a noose for a comfortable fit
And say, “Death’s the only reason to be.”
Well, our ancestor’s had bigger teardrops,
But we’ve got the bigger brains.
Joy without reason is a cheap charade
And the soul is lost in everlasting pain.

Can’t you hear the alarms?
(Don’t be taken)
Can’t you hear the alarms?
(Don’t be destroyed)
Can’t you hear the alarms?
(You’re the only one that matters)
Can’t you hear the alarms?
(Live…Live!)

Now you lie at the bottom of your pit
And you breath is crushed by marching feet,
But the boots just keeping going round and round
Like vultures circling carrion meat.
But you’re the best example
Of what everyone wants to be:
Cold and friendless, distorted and selfless.
With all the shouting you can’t hear the alarms scream…

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