I know they're just words But they are my anchor when I need one I can't grasp the metaphysical Yet my mind speaks in metaphors I know that your body is six feet underground (But somewhere your words Leave and converge) Operator, Operator, we've got a flat line on our hands Call his family but not his sons, he never wants to speak to them Money, money, it's all they ever fucking cared about Cancer, cancer will take his life but I'll remember him Trails of legacy for my mind to whimsically digest I need someone to tell me rhetoric To convince me that things are different And I constantly chase my tail And they spend their lifetime searching for rainbows Operator, Operator, we've got a flat line on our hands Call his family but not his sons, he never wants to speak to them Money, money, it's all they ever fucking cared about Cancer, cancer will take his life but I'll remember him Every time I slip up, I think if you did, too How could you do this to a child? Who am I supposed to love? Do I have to pick like cards in a deck? Were we the cards in your hand? Operator, Operator, we've got a flat line on our hands Call his family but not his sons, he never wants to speak to them Money, money, it's all they ever fucking cared about Cancer, cancer will take his life but I'll remember him I'll remember him (I'll remember him) Chasing shadows everywhere