[Verse 1] Sick to death of a means to an end Who and why and what-age offers no mercy Rushed away is the leveller of youth Butchered is the innocence of truth
I felt it shaking my bones again
I saw them on the street today It was something that someone said I felt the crush of finished sympathy
[Verse 2] No longer trembling daisies Now mobile teenage killing machines Lending each other to Man-made atomic energies All because we turned seventeen Led to places by historical unequal of reasons Shooting real guns in real places 'Til they're unheard of geographically
I felt it shaking my bones again
Was it 'cos you had lost some faith? Did you see it on the street today? Did you feel finished sympathy?
How illogical is a piece of faith anyway? This as long as the child is inside me Don't finish sympathy Don't finish sympathy I won't finish sympathy, not yet