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Bare stares as they light up the screen, bearing teardrops that shatter in slow-motion.
Novocaine our brains, we're out like lights.
But as I'm growing older I'm bored, and I remember when misery thrilled me much more; When I can't relax and I'd like to go back.
But that's gone.
Yeah, that's gone, turn around, turn the volume down.
We're counting the days down till the day when we live in a video, I'll be stone-faced and pale, you'll pout in stereo 24 hours every day of the year.
Oh, what fun I can't wait 'til the future gets here.

Closing in on the pain and the torture, he's slamming the doors like it's something to strive for.
The girl tearing curtains down looks funny as hell.
And of sense of humor can there be any doubt?
But that natural selection is weeding it out, just to keep me from laughing out loud.
But that's gone, we don't think that way no more.

I've seen some old friends sort of die, or just turn into whatever must've been inside them, and whatever all of us had then in common grew up and left home.
We don't think that way no more.
Turn around, turn the volume down.
We're counting the days down.