All the screaming and yelling is all for show.
Echoing through the walls of our souls.
This can't be the Truth in sound that means so much to me.
It's bouncing back and forth in this hollow shell of a community.
It's eating at me.
It's knotting up my insides.
It's torturing my mind.
All this time I've just been blind leading the blind. Why do I scream at the top of my lungs to translate my heart into this?
It falls in line with a familiar sound and that's all you really care about.
And I can't get this out of my head and off my chest. I'm running, running, running out of breath.
And I can't get this out of my mind.
Am I wasting away my life?
Expecting, waiting, believing, this will heal with time. Believing, this will heal with time.
This is the heartbeat of the times.
So slow, so persistent, barely pumping, but in existence.
Echoing through the walls of our souls.
This can't be the Truth in sound that means so much to me.
It's bouncing back and forth in this hollow shell of a community.
It's eating at me.
It's knotting up my insides.
It's torturing my mind.
All this time I've just been blind leading the blind. Why do I scream at the top of my lungs to translate my heart into this?
It falls in line with a familiar sound and that's all you really care about.
And I can't get this out of my head and off my chest. I'm running, running, running out of breath.
And I can't get this out of my mind.
Am I wasting away my life?
Expecting, waiting, believing, this will heal with time. Believing, this will heal with time.
This is the heartbeat of the times.
So slow, so persistent, barely pumping, but in existence.