We're all just photos, with the faces cut out
And if we don't give a shit then,
We can't be caught out
A watershed moment, at the boatshed down the road
In a roughshod decision
The petrol poured out
What's left after the pictures and words?
But we're so
We're so
But to stand in the crowd and watch everything burn
We're so
We're so bored of this
You were just standin' transfixed on the patterns
But we tried to run as the ashes rained down
My head's lost in static, so real that it's fake
And my blood hits the drain, in a line that don't run straight
Now there's nothin' left but secrets and lies
But we're so
We're so
And headlines get eaten like gruel by us philistines
We're so
We're so bored of this
We walked for hours, tired of calling your name
But in the last of the daylight the streets look the same
And so did these kids hangin' out to be seen
Who don't know they got freedom, to choose who to be
There ain't nothing left but secrets and lies
And we're so
We're so
What use is freedom if all that it means?
Is we're so
We're so bored of this