All is quiet, except for this song So maybe while I'm not together I can feel like I'm not alone And somewhere off in the distance Rapidly advancing, is an onslaught of sorts Young sirens wail in a skewed sense of glory And the lions in the cages roar at the memory of fight And there's a joy, a joy in all I can see A joy in every possibility And all around us is a great, great failing American rockets red-glare in a most disgusting triumph And in passing I am asked to believe in a god I shrug off the answer, continue to get high In this terror of no explanation, I am looking for a faith. My panic is an only reason There's a joy, a joy in all I can see A joy in every possibility