Staring into the vast past Oh shit, the future's a trap It fell into the hands of someone else She pushed the button so well Blood leaks into the drains at night Straight to hell With a darkness pulled down over dead eyes Like the the secrets in your shadow garden Now I can hardly stand All of the silence The violence the lions sing On the front pages Tomorrow Staring into the vast past Oh look, it's president gas On the front pages again Anxiety A pit full of snakes Anxiety In each breath you take Burning with it all over again Now I can hardly stand All of the silence The violence the lions sing On the front pages Now I can hardly stand All of the silence The violence the lions sing On the front pages These dreams don't go away They only flounder around On the ground like the flowers On Remembrance Day