So strange I remember you in protest of a prayer, And falling back from seas we fear to sail I swear I saw the shooter, gold teeth and a double dare, Postmodern warnings seem inclined to fail, Feigning an apology. Those words they never left your lips, Those 5 years in Bermuda slide by like the lights of passing ships, So strange that I remember you, Knee deep in Nietzsche's lies My throat was an open grave I drank your stained glass eyes And they taste like dead cathedrals That are crumbling beneath a weight ten thousand jaded tourists Who've traded in their hearts and hands for Disposable cameras, set to document decay Set to capture just enough of life to catalog the things we throw Away Breathing the fumes of our machines We've lost our way Breathing through television dreams If we could only see us now If we could only see us now The words of the dead ring in our ears But its only a lie The voice in your head brings you to tears But you don't know why The words of the dead ring in our ears But its only a lie The voice in your head brings you to tears But its only a lie, Yes its only a lie, ...isn't it?