
[intro] [fuzzy guitar feedback] [glockenspiel] [intro verse] why you mad bro? was it something right i said? that nailed you to the sticking place wilted all your flower beds? Are there moments when the shouting is too much when you remember what it felt like as a carefree child to leap into the double dutch. [instrumental] [feedback whine] [thudding bass guitar] [verse 1] boys and girls playing with the same toys without commentary stuffing homemade boxes taped to their desks with valentine's day gifts a little tinfoil kiss to say i love you, and if any of you die today, [pause] [stomp] you'll be missed. [instrumental break] [high whine guitar, deconstructed frenzied riffing] [thudding high string bass guitar] [nylon string acoustic] [chorus] i long for the screaming this silence is deafening [long instrumental break] [32 bars] [rising and falling synths] [out of time cascading guitars] [cymbal crash] [verse 2] boys and girls passing notes during class caught by the teacher in the heartsick shameful act lovestruck, red aloud to the feral pack one last shred of honesty before exams press us clean [sudden drop into noise] [chorus] i long for the screaming this silence is deafening [instrumental] [delicate glockenspiel, marimbas, gospel choir] I long for the stupidity intelligent design is agony. [end] [ocean of noise]