Stop

I stuck my head out from the clouds
to find theyre re-defining me
the salted ground becomes the taste
of this prosthetic luxury
listen to the sound as this old engine turns around
and blows its black smoke in my face

That gives you something to think about
before you turn that rigger on yourself
or turn to silence all their cries
and I dont even want to stay
I dont think I heard anyone say
STOP

STOP thinking that youre so tired
STOP theres still so much more time
STOP we belong in the right and
we wont STOP

and when the blue dulls into grey
and disaffected walk in lines
the street lights need to be repaired
because they never seem to shine
then gone without a trace this aging neighborhoods erased
somehow the bank on the corner survived

That gives you something to think about
before you turn that rigger on yourself
or turn to silence all their cries
and I dont even want to stay
I dont think I heard anyone say
STOP

STOP thinking that youre so tired
STOP theres still so much more time
STOP we belong in the right and
we wont STOP

That gives me something to think about
That gives me something to think about
That gives me something to think about