So, you're lyin' in the snow,   You lie right thru, you're close   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 voids   We don't fill our songs with noise,   That's 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 chasin' dreams   No don't you chase your dreams   Your movements must be screened   You can't listen to these things