"Denied"
the telephone is ringing, disconnect the
line
the tension is building but I'm alright
the stars are colliding, so you might as
well let me go
the television is burning because I set it
on fire
the wheels they keep turning, but i'm fine
what about the questions we have locked
up inside
somewhere, somehow
we've been denied
hand in hand we walk behind pretending,
defending while our souls are tied
It's only the third hour, my conscience
subsides
But something reminds me that you lied
What about the consequences?
This can't be right
