Which Is It

Don't praise distraction, don't let it in Don't buy the certainty, it's the same thing Don't wait for meaning, don't wait to love Don't give them nothing when they just want some Ease up with the screaming, what an awful sound I will turn this goddamned thing around Ever get the feeling, when you boil it down? It's a bit revealing how We are drawn to the madness like an accident scene Divvy up the sadness like a currency Drawn to whatever we don't have anymore Drawn to the demons and the wolf at the door Is this new? Is it ancient? So don't cut and run, don't you strike the stage When your teenaged heroes have all gone grey Don't count the roses, don't wait to love Don't give 'em nothing, they just want some Ease up with the screaming, what an awful sound I will turn this goddamned thing around Sick of all the scheming, boy, it trickles down It's a bit revealing how We are drawn to the madness like an accident scene Divvy up the sadness like a currency Drawn to whatever we don't have anymore Drawn to the demons and the wolf at the door Drawn to whatever's hanging low on the tree Drawn to whatever prison tells us we're free Drawn to an ending that'll settle the score Drawn, but we'll try to keep the wolf at the door Is this new? Is it ancient? Are we screwed? Which is it?