Million Dead - Living The Dream LYRICS

'You', another tired second-person address,
words written hastily and under duress
I’m cold and holed up in the back of the van, devoid of eloquence or elegant plan

And I’m paranoid, and I can’t help but think,
that somewhere someone is listening in
But all the words that I kept in my pockets, jotted down on supermarket receipts,
at base turned out to be solid masonry

And I’m scared of the kids who come to our shows,
and scared of the words that they seem to know,
because in truth all my high ideals are in ruins, in truth I don’t really know what I’m doing
Growing out of these clothes turned out to mean losing certainty

So sing, 'your' voices level the land,
my Jericho,
my rock and sure foundation!

Every love that made me lose my reasoning,
every line that made my conscience ache,
every day spent counting hours – well, none of them come close
to singing back a song inside my head
I always had a song inside my head

And yes, there are times when I am tired and stressed,
when I am hasty and I’m under duress
I’m a narcissist and I’m not at my best – I have to say I’m not impressed
Of all the things that I believed in my teens, I’m left with unread books and badly made zines…
Some might-have-beens that somehow even yet
bring a spring to my step

I remember calloused hands and paint-stained jeans,
and I remember safe-as-houses self-belief

So sing – 'your' voices are sure destruction,
my rock and sure foundation

And every line that made me lose my reasoning,
every chord that made my conscience ache,
every sound a memory… That’s all I ever need
I always have a song inside my head