By the way,
you know that hope will make you strange,
make you blink,
make you blink,
make you sink
It will make you afraid of change and often
blame the box with the view of the world
And the ones that fill the frame,
I turn it up,
but then I turn it off because I can't stand
When they start to talk about the hurting and killing,
whose shoes are we filling?
The damaging,
ruining,
man,
the things that we're doing,
God,
we gotta stop,
we gotta turn it all off,
we gotta rewind
Start it up again because we fell across the fault line,
ain't there nothing sacred anymore?
Na na na na na na na na
Somebody saw him jump,
yeah,
but nobody saw him slip,
I guess he lost a lot of hope
And then he lost the grip and I was lying
in the freeway in the middle of this mess
Guess we lost another one just like the other one
Optimistic hypocrite that didn't have the nerve to quit
The things that kept him wanting more
until he finally reached the goal
Fell across the fault line,
ain't there nothing sacred anymore?
Na na na na na na na na