Van Buren

The day after Independence Day
 There's no laughter and nothing left to say
 We all fall back to our patterned lives
 Our hearts turn black, pursue the dollar signs
 Either way we will all fall down
 The beating clock is the only sound
 Close our eyes as we hit the ground
 And wake up blinded
 Either way we will all fall down
 The beating clock is the only sound
 Close our eyes as we hit the ground
 And wake up blinded
 We're all burnt out from working overtime
 From eating pills that control our state of mind
 We drink ourselves asleep just to forget the day
 Then medicate again just to stay awake
 Are we living just to die
 Or are we just dying to live?
 Either way we will all fall down
 The beating clock is the only sound
 Close our eyes as we hit the ground
 And wake up blinded
 Either way we will all fall down
 The beating clock is the only sound
 Close our eyes as we hit the ground
 And wake up blinded