Lyrics:

All this tenderness has come to nothing
All that we require is being rearranged
I've no wish to look to the future
For my expectations will no doubt be changed
Just rolling along on the rest of the waves
My statements and strategies are quickly dismissed
Poisoned pens on invisible paper
Steel knuckles concealed by velvet fists
What is the chance of us living
Some of our simplest dreams?
Are all the structures we build here
Really as frail as they seem?
The dying are the lovers of this modern world
The power and the glory survives
With radioactive bargaining
And the valuelessness of our lives
My turn to crumble
My turn to fall
From so very humble
To nothing at all