I started with A B C, defeated my enemies. Now all that's left are letters Y&T.
It's just a processional. It's not a confessional. The meaning is gone I knew it all along.
Sifting through the debris. How did I know?
Set those dead letters free. Should have never gone.
You thought I was on a roll. React to the chemicals.
You've got a wish that's made of solid gold.
I'm licking the floor for crumbs. A piece of what I've become.
Now all my fingers are completely numb.
Sifting through the debris. How did I know?
Set those dead letters free. Should have never gone.
