This Is Rehearsal For The Fight Scene

I am deathly sick and my symptom is you
You hear that noise?
It's the sound of a piano in another room
The music repeats itself over & over inside my head
Because the taste of this city's lights is being replaced by the scent of lead
The fumes are filled with all of our ambitions...
as we walk the streets/ we blend in like black in a dark hallway
What the fuck are you ashamed of?
You made us this way.

:BRIDGE:
These are the sounds of jet planes falling from the sky
These are the sounds of a funeral calling out your name as life passes you by

(chorus)
So, how's it feel to have a tie(noose) around your neck?
What's it like to have a coffin in the shape of a desk?
You give me cancer like black market cigarettes
But you'll all wake up tomorrow morning and do it all over again.
When will it end?!

Yeah, every town resembles the last
This was supposed to be the present but it's feeling more like the past
Because we say welcome with open "arms"
...and I wish i were talking about our limbs
The welcome sign at the edge of town has been replaced by a fist
Our pride is in the form of a white flag...blowing in the wind
Now hate is the skyscraper and we are in it's shadow with nowhere to go
If we don't pick ourselves up, we will slip into our graves
The music begins to change it's tune to a song of rage as it fills the room
It plays and plays and plays...and slowly our fear begins to fade away

:BRIDGE:
These are the sounds of jet planes falling from the sky
These are the sounds of a funeral calling out your name as life passes you by

(chorus)
So, how's it feel to have a tie(noose) around your neck?
What's it like to have a coffin in the shape of a desk?
You give me cancer like black market cigarettes
But you'll all wake up tomorrow morning and do it all over again.

While you whisper to yourself..."When will it end..."
Well unlike you...we'll never wave the white flag and we will never give in.