Quiet,
I'm not hard of hearing,
it's a choir singing a melody,
fearless of this dysfunctional sickness,
that's breaking me.
So I've become the messenger,
I've only won whats become,
were moving faster now,
don't we deserve this,
anything goes now,
we have won so.
Tell me what haven't I seen,
with the way that we dream,
faithless about your forgiveness,
that's causing my sickness,
I'm breaking down.
Couldn't I,
leave this long,
we'll sing this song for whats become,
the crowd has won and you are gone,
you're breaking me.
So I've become the messenger,
I've only won whats become,
we're moving faster now,
don't we deserve this,
anything goes now,
we have won,
we have won,
we have won.