Tell me your misery
Give us the antidote
I heard the voice of change behind a vacant note
All this tearing apart without a reform
Call it what you will, I'm not afraid to say...
I've heard it all
Connection lost
We're standing by
Artificial light
You sell a fix for our defect
And all we find
Artificial light
Doesn't break the model
I can't feel it in my bones
Nothing shattering my world
No...
We want a real cure
Not idle sympathy
The dark consuming light that you have failed to be
No, it's not enough
I resent this deprivation
Your remedy is not a weapon to slaughter the sorrow
It's just to keep you from feeling alone
I've heard it all,
Connection lost
We're standing by
Artificial light
You sell a fix for our defect
And all we find
Artificial light
Doesn't break the model
I can't feel it in my bones
Nothing shattering my world
No...
Doesn't break the model
I can't feel it in my bones
Nothing shattering my world
No...
I'll never see what they see in you
Doesn't break the model
I can't feel it in my bones
Nothing shattering my world
No...
Doesn't break the model
I can't feel it in my bones
Nothing shattering my world
No...
'I've never understood a fan's soul-completing devotion to songs with a depiction of bleak circumstance, but vacant of any glimmer of solution. Don't get me wrong, I'm actually drawn to music that is dark and somber by it's very nature - obviously. I get it. But when I hear stories of how a band that sings about nothing but depression and desolation 'saved my life,' I wonder how. I know being able to relate to the struggle of others, and understanding that you're not alone in doing so, can be comforting... but is it enough? It's like the path getting clearer, easier... then finding it's a dead end.' - Ryan Clark
