Be Good - Off With Their Heads

In time the fever that’s kept you weak

Will have full on taken its toll

It’s taken away and it’s taken its shape

In the illusion that you still hold

Nothing’s okay

Nothing has changed and it’s all too familiar

So we curl up and hide from all that’s outside

Closed shades and locked up doors

It’s true, it’s loud, it’s hard and it’s all I know

I can’t take anymore

I just want out right now

I had assumed I would have been gone by now

But the ship has weathered the storm

And the feeling of defeat

That lies underneath is still alive and on its course

I’m destroyed, weak

I have nothing but I speak of the truth as I see fit

I have nothing to lose, I have nothing to gain

I’m at the whim of what I’ve retained

Be good, be loud

Hands up to the sky and shout

At the top of your lungs 'til the floor falls out