Feed the Feeling

We sat around and watched the walls fall for days
Transfixed by malaise
Sixty years of life, flattened and ablaze
All I could do was laugh

At this feeling
At this unrelenting noise

Well, here it comes again
As asbestos dust falls like embers on the wind
I'm compelled to find some beauty in these strange
Sadistic sights that stream for days and days and days

They feed the feeling
Feed the feeling
Feed the feeling
Feed the feeling that we're done

I've felt lost since May
Hope went out with the cold caller's cries that ended in dismay
Now pride's the last part of me
That wants to stand and wants to fight
So call on out, call on out
I'll stand another night

And now I'm feeling
Now I'm feeling
Now I'm feeling
Now I'm feeling that we're done

It breaks your heart
All the noise
It can end
Make your choice
Feeding the feeling, reaching for meaning and hoping
For something intangible
That it will end

Hoping for some meaning
Hoping for some beauty
I'm hoping for some meaning
I'm reaching for the beauty

It breaks your heart
All the noise
It can end
Make you choice
Feeding the feeling, reaching for meaning and hoping
For something intangible
That it will end