there's no WArning, there's no WArning,
When the Walls stArt crAshing to the ground
there's no WArning, there's no WArning
And your only plAn is noWhere to Be Found
i'll tell you, We're An open-cAse struggle,
A-singing the Blues When the mood is indigo
BlAck chords struck in A Whitelight chAteAu
And not like roBin hood, the king Among those Who delve With thieves
or jesus christ to the disciples oF the Aggrieved,
We Are triviAl Well your Fine line need not descriBe
Where you think i should Belong on the tight-Wire - hell no
'cAuse there comes A time in everyone's liFe
When deAth comes looking For you
And you're on trial
BlAnk pieces in A puzzle, hypocrites a***yse prospect turncoAts
We're scrutinized By A uniFied Antidote
like Worms in the sun they squirm,
they've got FundAmentAlist street-smArt But they're dried up inside, they're Withered to the f****** heArt, so ArtiFiciAl
Rit...
the Fool BeFore triAl is yet to Behold,
there is no golden BAil-out 'cAuse time cAnnot Be sold
the neW educAtion hAs just noW Been told,
When you're six Feet under, the soil is BroWn not gold
there is no pity When you're deAd And not pretty
you'll get no pity 'cAuse you're deAd And not pretty
there is no pity, hell no there is no pity And no WArning - none
When the Walls stArt crAshing to the ground
there's no WArning, there's no WArning
And your only plAn is noWhere to Be Found
i'll tell you, We're An open-cAse struggle,
A-singing the Blues When the mood is indigo
BlAck chords struck in A Whitelight chAteAu
And not like roBin hood, the king Among those Who delve With thieves
or jesus christ to the disciples oF the Aggrieved,
We Are triviAl Well your Fine line need not descriBe
Where you think i should Belong on the tight-Wire - hell no
'cAuse there comes A time in everyone's liFe
When deAth comes looking For you
And you're on trial
BlAnk pieces in A puzzle, hypocrites a***yse prospect turncoAts
We're scrutinized By A uniFied Antidote
like Worms in the sun they squirm,
they've got FundAmentAlist street-smArt But they're dried up inside, they're Withered to the f****** heArt, so ArtiFiciAl
Rit...
the Fool BeFore triAl is yet to Behold,
there is no golden BAil-out 'cAuse time cAnnot Be sold
the neW educAtion hAs just noW Been told,
When you're six Feet under, the soil is BroWn not gold
there is no pity When you're deAd And not pretty
you'll get no pity 'cAuse you're deAd And not pretty
there is no pity, hell no there is no pity And no WArning - none