Pan!c Office - New Confusion

Suppress the sense of pain and all your needless feelings
Our better angels dance on pins and hypodermic needles
So what did we misread between the lines
That we can't see the forest fire for the pines
We sat there waiting for a lick of truth
And hum the on-hold tune with bated breath
To don n94 masks of our youth
And Danse Macabre at our next masquerade of death
The wells run dry, the power has been cut
Emergency exits all been welded shut
The trail we blazed with napalm and scorched earth
Leads to shiny doomsday bunker on a hill for what it's worth
We sat there waiting for a lick of truth
And hum the on-hold tune with bated breath
To don n94 masks of our youth
And Danse Macabre at our next masquerade of death
An ugly past, at present, pushing to the brink
To drown the future down a dirty kitchen sink
And neatly stack our piles of profit built
With barely more than mountains of guilt
We sat there waiting for a lick of truth
And hum the on-hold tune with bated breath
To don n94 masks of our youth
And Danse Macabre at our next masquerade of death
We sat there waiting for a lick of truth
And hum the on-hold tune with bated breath
To don n94 masks of our youth
And Danse Macabre at our next masquerade of death
We sat there waiting

Written by:
ilya portnoy

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