Let's write the songs that they want   I thought they'd love us but they don't   they don't      with tails stuck between our legs...   we'll find a home made of regret   we'll stay shipwrecked   and sinking   what a terrible thought   to be thinking      you were with us but you let these thoughts in your head   we're not who we're supposed to be,   with all the symptoms   of the sickness we have seen   are you better off leaving?      Tough words held behind my teeth..   pleading that they'd be set free   but they're empty   That's what some always will want   A game on who's best with their toungues..   that are faceless and groundless      chorus      with every song that you sing   it's yours to the heart,   and when you fly, you'll fall   then a new one will start.   my eyes burn with hope   that you hear what you say.   if this was just for the game (?)   then may we never get paid      and the music it makes   my feet move too..   it's the same as the music   that's inside of you      the truth is that when   you can see past yourself   your song is the same   as everyone else..      Let's write the songs that they want   I thought they'd love us but they don't   they don't