Our weapons were our instruments

Funeral for a Friend - Red Is The New Black

Can’t pretend that you’re nothing special
You’ve got to look at all of your options
You can’t decide what to go for
When it’s all about trust
It’s all about trust
You see yourself on the TV
You read your magazines
You can’t explain how it’s come to be this
Stop and think…
When it’s all about trust
It’s all about trust
Go!

This coverage, your centre spread (your centre spread)
Your neon light daydream will shatter and break (will shatter and break)
And if you think I’m thinking of your value here (thinking of your value here)
You’re the one
You’re the one who’s losing control

This eventual stop, this 
Break in the mould
I scream down this hotline
Just to feel something
[x2]

This situation isn’t getting any better (isn’t getting any better)
I see that look in your eyes (the look in your eyes)
You want to see a pretty face? (the mirrors will lie)
There isn’t anything wrong with giving up
And for what it’s worth
I still hate you

This eventual stop, this 
Break in the mould
I scream down this hotline
Just to feel something
[x2]

Just to feel something [x4]

Something
Just to feel something
[x4]

This situation isn’t getting any better
I see that look (I see that look in your eyes)
[x3]

This situation is… is all fucked