Текст песни
Born with no prophecies, no tags to wear
No light or dark stamped into my name
They offered me a part to play
I chose to walk outside the frame
Yeah, we're the strange ones, never quite their kind
Laughing when the room turns serious
You waited for a grand tragedy
But the show goes on without us
You promised the end
But there's only smoke
You promised the fire
We're still here, still whole
You were waiting for thunder
You were begging for the finale
And I just stand and watch
As the whole play starts collapsing
A hundred thousand faces, same empty stare
Ready to shout It's a sign!
They need a hero or an enemy
They need someone wrong in their line
It's easier to worship catastrophe
Than to admit the silence is true
But if all that fear is just a fashion
I'll strip that fashion bare for you
You love your loud dates
Your loud slogans, your loud fear
But the world doesn't break with a bang
It quietly grows up in here
You promised the end
But there's only smoke
You promised the storm
And it faded into smoke
You were waiting for now
You were begging for the finale
But it all turned out
To be just another screening
