We sat around and watched the walls fall for days Transfixed by malaise Sixty years of life, flattened and ablaze All I could do was laugh At this feeling At this unrelenting noise Well, here it comes again As asbestos dust falls like embers on the wind I'm compelled to find some beauty in these strange Sadistic sights that stream for days and days and days They feed the feeling Feed the feeling Feed the feeling Feed the feeling that we're done I've felt lost since May Hope went out with the cold caller's cries that ended in dismay Now pride's the last part of me That wants to stand and wants to fight So call on out, call on out I'll stand another night And now I'm feeling Now I'm feeling Now I'm feeling Now I'm feeling that we're done It breaks your heart All the noise It can end Make your choice Feeding the feeling, reaching for meaning and hoping For something intangible That it will end Hoping for some meaning Hoping for some beauty I'm hoping for some meaning I'm reaching for the beauty It breaks your heart All the noise It can end Make you choice Feeding the feeling, reaching for meaning and hoping For something intangible That it will end