Something new
Is bursting in you
Like a strange new language unheard
Have you come
To bury the hatchet
Or the ghosts that you've exhumed
This time it’s gone too far
This time it’s gone too far
So I held out my hope
Like a match in a hurricane
No need for applause
From those in the pity parade
You’re the ink
From which these words will flow
Yours, the voice
Which I can no longer know
Can you hear
The court of fools that call to you
To be their king
Wear their pathetic crown
This time it’s gone too far
This time it’s gone too far
So I held out my hope
Like a match in a hurricane
No need for applause
From those in the pity parade
Now listen
To this
It’s a message
For your conscience
So I held out my hope
Like a match in a hurricane
How was I supposed to know
You burn with the brightest flame