Lyrics

Conversations getting cold and the words are running out of the room
For the lack of something better with the thought of being over consumed
People stop and listen but they wonder what the hell they can do
But they are locked up in a fortress of their one and only good excuse

And the river's running over their heads as they tighten the noose
And the fear of being only the lonely keeps them in tune

Yea, the wind down from the mountain can you feel it flowing over your feet?
But you're wrapped up in a package so I'll serve you up nice and neat
Yea the silence that we left for the burden of some talking whores
Now we have blown out all our windows
Now we have torn out all our doors, yeah

The lessons that we learned in life can we learn new rules?
In the motion of the debt of the lonely, hell we break up the fools

Yea we break up the fools
We break up the fools
We break up the fools
Yeah, yeah We break up the fools
(Break, break)
Yeah yeah yeah
(Break, break)
Yeah yeah yeah
(Break, break)
Yeah yeah yeah