Its not just you Weve all got blackened hearts Weve all got saddened parts And they dont know this play They dont feel the bass No happy endings, no soothing chords More like a fist on the piano And Im happy that were always offbeat ...the best minds of my generation, destroyed by madness ... burning for a connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night. They sleep while they count the days They fear the moment when they part their ways Heads in cement, knees to the ground They loathe the beast theyve crowned They broke their backs lifting moloch to heaven. We are the sea and all its sickness Just as blue and equally still Like the other sore lips that are swaying with us were all still ill. Brothers, sisters, reap what you sow God is dead, were alone The citys howl never felt so loud, but were never quite mute
offbeat, moloch, dynamo, happy, saddened