From the recording Acoustic
Lyrics
All my friends are angry and bitter
Even when they used to light up the room
All my friends are angry and bitter
Even when they used to light up the room
Now they sit alone
Petrified neuroses
Left and right, back, front and center
Anywhere you look, delusional debris
Discovering of self
Oh, but do they like it?
All my friends are angry and bitter
Even when they used to light up the room
Gonna have to let them play it out
With the smallest violin to boot
Now they’re always set on blaming the other
Never going out to try bitter fruit
Nothing left for me to do but let them waste away their squandered truth
Let’s give a radio to the Romans
See what happens
Tell me stories of life ever after
Only horrid truths imagined and sure
Skipping over anything of note you censure
Paint for me a life devoid of any color
Set within a frame that you’ve made secure
Tell me everything I see outside the lines is not sure
We’ll give a radio to the Romans
See what happens
And if we give it time
We’ll give a radio to the Romans
See what’s on their mind
All my friends are angry and bitter
Even when they used to light up the room
Gonna have to let them play it out
With the smallest violin to boot
Now they’re always set on blaming the other
Never going out to try bitter fruit
Nothing left for me to do but let them waste away their squandered truth
A simple add to this
I hope you keep calm in your abyss
I want to see you sharing in the fun
Don’t need eternal bliss
Just spare the serpent’s kiss
The answer to the question moribund