We ve come so far, and here we are,
Amidst the endless hum,
No wind worth chasing, no revolution,
No blazing battle drum,
We laughed as we said, the music is dead ,
We ve plucked out its eyes, we ve shattered its head,
My work is so weary so let it be said Father, thy will be done.

Instruments make the best noise when they re breaking,
People make the best smiles when they re faking,
Notes are shattered, blood is spattered,
The night is ours for the taking,
And what shall we say now that its gone?
In ours eyes are no tears, in our hearts are no songs,
Now we ve gone pale, what was it we saw?
The beauty, the horror...
Of rock that is so raw