The phase The sounds Of penitence I laugh out loud At your attempt at it Is there a meaning among us Of pentagrams And if there is a being above us Then slap idle hands Well I felt There is nothing for me to say When you speak With no regard for me You might have Been right about one thing There is nothing for me at all here There is nothing for me at all I fear the end is imminent You've gone from gold to pretension Hooray for the hands that cheer enough To break any silence they try to hide You've mastered the art of giving up By shaping a vice to bade all your lies Pace yourself because I want more Pace yourself Because need some time to communicate Pace yourself because I want more Pace yourself Because we'll need some more time to get things straight Pace yourself because I want more Pace yourself Because it never happens the way they say Pace yourself because I want more Convince yourself what you live for