Nah, nah nah nah nah, whoa-oh, ohhh
Nah, nah nah nah nah, whoa-oh, ohhh
Street lights
Shed the light of vision to the calling plot
You remember every moment
Was there ever a time?
Or has it always been like this?
Tonight the bottle offers no answers
These were the decisions you said you could handle
This was the moment you said you were ready for
So the unexpected doesn't appease me
Nah, nah nah nah nah, whoa-oh, ohhh
All day I saw around you
Constuction of lies
Tear apart your insides
They're whispers
Not suggestions
Liar icons
Too full of sense of direction
Blind, miracle cures
Offer to sedate the friend of the flesh
Seizes the benefit
The words of the charade
Save our companions
Will there ever be a time?
Nah, nah nah nah nah, whoa-oh, ohhh
Spent a lifetime in order to realize
What place I did it in
The material in each and empty thoughts
The standards of beauty
Look straight fascist
Save our social expectations
Or are you just so far gone to realize
Disorder!
To understand anarchists
Still annoyed by us anarchists
Sell our shit to all the kids
Nah, nah nah nah nah, whoa-oh, ohhh