When routine bites hard and ambitions are low
And resentment rides
When routine bites hard and ambitions are low
And the resentment
When people listen to you don't you know it means
To the center of the city where all roads meet,
Confusion in her eyes that says it all
She's lost control
And
To waste and choose or raise the dead
With pain behind
Made the fatal mistake, like I did once before
Tendency just
Radio, live transmission
Radio, live transmission
Listen to the silence, let it