Joke about nothing and you'll be forgiven   the laughs are just dying out one by one   the lonelies are coming to gather their forces   left on a string, the emptiness forges us on and on   on and on      a weakness so strong you could wrap your arms around it   smother cheeks and smothered arms   sad but it's not maybe just for a moment   why won't you hold me?   why won't you carry me on and on?      No more patient   on and on   no more patient      simple you might think but wary of reason   you give up on what you think's dying out   your words aren't funny your poetry's false   maybe they'll like it, maybe they won't   you can face them on   no more patient   face them on    no more patient   face them on    no more patient   face them on    no more patient      hey there young man come understand   the ways you need to heal   I see your stress come take our test   come on this shit is real      you need help (x8)      I went downtown to look around    and see how people feel   this lady beckons me to come    "Hey son, why don't ya kneel?"      you need help (x8)      We let you in we see your face   and then we slap you on the wrist   and when you try to leave it's much too late   cause we've got you on our fucking list      you need help (x8)