Oh No! Telephone Rings Lyrics

Cat On Form

Can you hear them moving? the silence has been broken
Pile them up into a fire, burn every conceived idea
And hope for better - but lies won't move us any further
The fiction is set up, "but at least i can hold my head up"
Eye out for their timing, the process has been painful for us
You just sit there waiting, but that won't bring us any form of hope for let up
Parade and ignore all that denies as product - now i can make my mind up
Are we too weak to fight back