God damn this feeling   I feel I'm right and the world is fucked up   and prey for me cause calling my name won't find me   A follower follows 'cause he can't see where he's going      Our lungs are black, our hearts are gold   I'm sorry stranger but my heart's not sold   hope is over the hill      If I could find an explanation you know I'd throw it in your face,   a formal demonstration to put you in your place   I tried to see what you see   but it all came back to me   I can see but I can't believe      I can see but I can't believe    the thought of being wrong   it's how I am   lord knows I'm trying,    we'll make our own way home   I can see but i can't believe      Our lungs are black, our hearts are gold   Hope is over the hill