Nightengale Songs

Oh, we've finally found God The virtual waving of hands The viewers always on We found a purpose again Cause it's a lonely role It's a pageant of the sad souls The envy burning on Imagine tuning out We've become our own gods Interred in castles of sand The viewers always on Confuse supply and demand Cause it's a lonely role It's a pageant of the sad souls The envy burning on Imagine tuning out We're the enemy It's how we're defined We're the enemy It's how we're defined We're the enemy We're not hard to find We're the enemy It's how we're defined It's how we're defined We're the enemy It's how we're defined We're the enemy It's how we're defined We're the enemy We're not hard to find We're the enemy It's how we're defined It's how we're defined We've become our own gods We have a purpose again What'll they do when the crowd starts leaving What'll they say when the crowd stops believing When all of those golden hours are gone Now we're singing nightengale songs What'll they do when the crowd starts leaving What'll they say when the crowd stops believing When all of those golden hours are gone Now we're singing nightengale songs