I started with ABC, defeated my enemies. Now all that's left are letters Y&T.    It's just a processional. It's not a confessional. The meaning is gone I knew it all along.       Sifting through the debris. How did I know?    Set those dead letters free. Should have never gone.       You thought I was on a roll. React to the chemicals.    You've got a wish that's made of solid gold.    I'm licking the floor for crumbs. A piece of what I've become.    Now all my fingers are completely numb.       Sifting through the debris. How did I know?    Set those dead letters free. Should have never gone.