Lyrics:

So you're lying in the snow, you lie right through you're clothes
You never kiss and tell that's never ever, the beast is calling you
Bland, a mix of old incense, a fleet stripped of weapons
A stuttering boy is saved on Easter Sunday, it's now or never
Well, I know we'll meet again, I'd love to hear your voice
We don't fill our songs with noise thats never ever

Scar, you know that's what you are, you say the Beatles stopped the war
They might have helped to find a cure but it's still not over
Don't go chasing dreams, no don't you chase your dreams
Your movements must be screened, you can't listen to these things