Listen to the Sound

I'm working up
a stronger appetite.
I'm turning left
and smashing radical right.
I'm canceling
your nine o'clock
and liquidating
all your shares and stocks.

'Cause this picture
is slowly crossing over.
Wind is howling,
and the air is colder.
You cast your
cold, black shadow on me.
Glowing embers:
Now the fire's dying.

Your callousness is a curse.
Live your life in reverse.
Just sit back and relax.
Leave the future to the past,
leave the future to the past,
oh yeah.

You might start out
on the less-traveled way,
but you can't resist
the Champs-Élysées.
Your hands are tied,
and your mouth has got you.
Burn your bridges,
and raise your tattered flag,
and find a way
to venture capitalize
everything
from the ground up to the skies.

Well I'm fed up
and I will soon be leaving,
'cause nothing matters to your heart,
which has stopped its beating.
Nothing matters to your heart,
which has stopped its beating.

But I'm not ready to go,
there are some things I have to know
before you fall to the ground
you have to listen to the sound,
listen to the sound,
listen to the sound,
ohhh.

It's not profound
nor is it hard to understand.
Hold your feelings in,
yielding profits, surplus, and demand.
Music's fading
into the atmosphere
and disagreement we have made
makes things perfectly, perfectly clear,
oh yeah.

Your callousness is a curse.
Live your life in reverse.
Just sit back and relax,
leave your future to the past.
But I'm not ready to go,
there are some things I have to know
before you fall to the ground
you have to listen to the sound,
listen to the sound,
listen to the sound,
ohhh yeah.