There's no 'I' in Time - This Town Needs Guns

Watching dust move

The dead skin, dancing was you

Now it’s something new

Awake in wait, floating away

In the wake of your own fate

Break under your dead weight

Or persuade change

What’s there to choose

Between nothing, nothing, there’s you

What have you to lose?

Sing, once you die you were not alive

Terrify your lies

Fright out the zeitgeist

You are not, you weren’t, and you will not be

There’s no good times

When there’s no history

Why be obesely morbid?

Dread makes no sense, you were born dead

So live instead

Just admit it never happened

Sing, once we die we were not alive

Terrify our lies

Fright out the zeitgeist

We are not, we weren’t, and we will not be

There’s no bad times

When there’s no history