Goodbye, the future's sold out
There's no use screaming
Who thought we'd ever get this far?

Tonight, your faith has come down
To money and a TV
Psychics who've never been to Mars
And Nazis breast feeding
I know you must be upset
I can't find meaning
I'm sorry, we're sorry
We're all scared, all scared

Hey, is anybody home?
Has anybody wasted tears on loneliness that everyone

Goodnight, the truth has come out
That everyone's needy
White teeth, a ticket to meet God
And be all that you envy
Shotgun under your bed
Has started breathing
You shot it, you shot it
I'm bare, I'm bare

Hey, is anybody home?
Is anybody wasting tears on loneliness that everyone becomes?
Is anybody low?
Is anybody painting fear on bedroom walls that save us from?

Is anybody home?
Is anybody wasting tears on loneliness that everyone becomes
When they're not alright

Hey, is anybody home?
Has anybody wasted tears on loneliness that everyone becomes?
Is anybody low?
Has anybody painted fear on the bedroom walls that everyone becomes
Becomes, becomes, becomes, becomes, becomes
The loneliness that everyone becomes

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Writer(s): Arnold Lanni, Michael Maida