Dead Songs

Dead songs are drowning out voices of compassion
With a sigh, alright, alright
Deadlines are winding down
Fatal clocks keep ticking off dead timeNothing hurts, nothing moves, nothing stays
(No one hopes and no one dreams)
Nothing matters when the dead songs play
(Reject the death)When all the color fades away
The world is black and whiteDead breath from T.V. sets fill the empty houses
With a dead white light, it's no surprise
Dead checks, dead sex
Dead cigarettes flood the ambulance
In the dead of night, alright, alrightNothing hurts, nothing moves, nothing stays
(No one hopes and no one dreams)
Nothing matters when the dead songs play
(Reject the death)When all the color fades away
The world is black and whiteThere's a dead song on the audio tape
The strongest magnet couldn't wipe away
Singing, "It's alright" But it's not alright
Then pinpricks on the back of your neckA little voice inside you says
"When you hear dead songs, don't sing along, let it die"
Lift your small voices up and we'll stitch these cries into a choir
Our lonely notes form chords that the orchestra just can't divide
Alright?