Concrete - Shame

Monitored from the top

As the unit bends

No more, no more, no more questions

No more, no more, no more questions

And how does it feel

How does it taste

Would you rather it’s real

Or would you rather it’s fake

We can bring you up

We can bring you close

The time has passed for luck

And now it’s time for hope

And I hope that you’re hearing me

And I hope that you’re hearing me

And I hope that you’re hearing me

And I hope that you’re hearing me

And I hope that you’re hearing me

And I hope that you’re hearing me

And I hope that you’re hearing me

And I hope that you’re hearing me

No more, no more, no more questions

No more, no more, no more questions

No more, no more

No more, no more

And when the answers trickle thin

You and I can finally think

About the words in which we gave

Were they condemned or were they praised

What was their worth

What was their mean

Laugh as they simply meant nothing