Back into your own submission.
Back inside your lonely cell.
Diseased by your own admission.
Holding secrets you can't tell.
And who cares if you live or die?
And no one asks you why you cannot speak.
A split decision... intermission.

Back into your own submission.
Who knows why it's been so long?
Consumer goods and fashion victims,
Ribbons 'round the walking bombs.

And who cares if you live or die?
And no one asks you why you cannot speak.
A split decision... intermission.

You could use intermission...
Recurring images...
Fast forward stalactite of love...
If you take intermission;
Limits the sky above,
Where the sole survivors are flying.

And who cares if you live or die?
And no one asks you why you cannot speak.

You could use intermission...
Where every car's a silver car,
And every man a pig.
People... got to listen,
'Cause you're litmus when you're dead.
Oh... so easy to forget
In this life you haven't lived yet,
And though you may have missed your wave...
I hope you get it today.

Don't fall away...

Writer : VUCKOVIC, PETER
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing