To be common place would be unique But we're so obscure, we're incoherent Like tongueless vigilantes choking just to make you choke Rattling, rattling No nails to hold ideas in place, no expression on your face Music and her patrons are dead and irrelevant, yeah Like osteoporosis, she's brittle, she is broken Brittle, broken, yeah [Incomprehensible] Static comes through synthesizers Megaphones and drum machines Beauty sounds like smashed guitars And several references to feedback Rattling, rattling, no surgery to save your life No promise, every thing's alright Music and her patrons are dead and irrelevant Like osteoporosis she's brittle, she is broken Brittle, broken, yeah [Incomprehensible] Languages must be organic because like flies they fall and die Music now sleeps Languages must be organic because like flies they fall and die Music now sleeps with Latin and Aramaic It's over, it's over No more waiting for something to live for Now it's over, it's over Everything is dying and we want something more Now, now, it's over, it's over No more waiting for something to live for Nothing, it's over, it's over Everything is dying and we want something more