You look dead in eyes Like you've been tired for too long Take the stairs or you'll forget to walk Watching a glimpse out the window Even though its blocked my grills Everything I say negates itself Maybe it's all thats left And that's whats real Nothing to do now But keep the ball rolling Up the mountain And into the casketesque desk There's sadness That you can't find elsewhere It's just the truth That it's silent Burn all the bridges down Burn all your bridges down President's heading to town There's sadness That you can't find elsewhere Burn all your bridges There's no turning around