Uploaded July 2024 | Updated September 2026, 3 hours ago
LYRICS:
I’ve got a heater on but it is still too deadly cold
I ponder of the times we dreamt of when we would be old
We stand in concert singing of how many tickets sold
And in time
We might find
Skies are filled with lies, and only those who really care will lend their eyes
Crash into the dawn, we have won, at the setting of the sun
Our souls are cold and broken; our blades are withered and dull
We’re told by every teacher
To ignore the things in our skulls
I’m learning how to drive, the cold dead fingers back from life
I find the air is cold when I turn anger to strife
Can someone help me now, turn this cursed heater off
You are the one who caused me to have this burning cough
And though I’m speaking for another
I’ll never call him brother…
Skies are filled with lies, and only those who really care will lend their eyes
Crash into the dawn, we have won, at the setting of the sun
Our souls are cold and broken; our blades are withered and dull
We’re told by every preacher
To ignore the things in our skulls
It’s trying to jump out of my head
So many things are left unsaid
And maybe we can come up with an artistic way to pay the day to wash away all of this pain
And maybe they can come and stay and keep us clean, our minds will dream
I had to find the words to say “I love the end of every day”
But all the way, I can’t explain the torture of my cranial vein
It might contain some Novocain, amalgamations of my brain
I fight against your true campaign, ignore the big red bloodstain
I can’t complain, in your domain… yet have I to go insane?
Ignore that thing in your skull…
Ignore that thing in your skull…
LYRICS:
I’ve got a heater on but it is still too deadly cold
I ponder of the times we dreamt of when we would be old
We stand in concert singing of how many tickets sold
And in time
We might find
Skies are filled with lies, and only those who really care will lend their eyes
Crash into the dawn, we have won, at the setting of the sun
Our souls are cold and broken; our blades are withered and dull
We’re told by every teacher
To ignore the things in our skulls
I’m learning how to drive, the cold dead fingers back from life
I find the air is cold when I turn anger to strife
Can someone help me now, turn this cursed heater off
You are the one who caused me to have this burning cough
And though I’m speaking for another
I’ll never call him brother…
Skies are filled with lies, and only those who really care will lend their eyes
Crash into the dawn, we have won, at the setting of the sun
Our souls are cold and broken; our blades are withered and dull
We’re told by every preacher
To ignore the things in our skulls
It’s trying to jump out of my head
So many things are left unsaid
And maybe we can come up with an artistic way to pay the day to wash away all of this pain
And maybe they can come and stay and keep us clean, our minds will dream
I had to find the words to say “I love the end of every day”
But all the way, I can’t explain the torture of my cranial vein
It might contain some Novocain, amalgamations of my brain
I fight against your true campaign, ignore the big red bloodstain
I can’t complain, in your domain… yet have I to go insane?
Ignore that thing in your skull…
Ignore that thing in your skull…
