New Confusion

Suppress the sense of pain and all your needless feelings Our better angels dance on pins and hypodermic needles So what did we misread between the lines That we can't see the forest fire for the pines We sat there waiting for a lick of truth And hum the on-hold tune with bated breath To don n94 masks of our youth And Danse Macabre at our next masquerade of death The wells run dry, the power has been cut Emergency exits all been welded shut The trail we blazed with napalm and scorched earth Leads to shiny doomsday bunker on a hill for what it's worth We sat there waiting for a lick of truth And hum the on-hold tune with bated breath To don n94 masks of our youth And Danse Macabre at our next masquerade of death An ugly past, at present, pushing to the brink To drown the future down a dirty kitchen sink And neatly stack our piles of profit built With barely more than mountains of guilt We sat there waiting for a lick of truth And hum the on-hold tune with bated breath To don n94 masks of our youth And Danse Macabre at our next masquerade of death We sat there waiting for a lick of truth And hum the on-hold tune with bated breath To don n94 masks of our youth And Danse Macabre at our next masquerade of death We sat there waiting