12.15.10 Testo

We leave the television blaring
to create the illusion
That our lives are not beacons
Still our hearts are still shattered

We are all speeding
with no destination
an imaginary prize
until we sadly falter
Hollow children, sputtering out
from birth until failure
we march on forever

We are only as strong
as the mark we left behind
whoa-o-o-o
Whoa-o-o-o

it was a cold cold day in December
your hands were folded
your heart was silent
What was this boy to do?
How could I possibly stay here without you?

were so young still waiting for heaven
And heaven had finally come for you
I know this much is true
there will never be another like you
Hollow children sputtering out
from birth until failure
we march on forever
we are only as strong
as the mark we left

God, are you really listening
if this is only a test
this is only a test
I feel like I'm failing

GOD, are you really listening
this is only a test
this is only a test
I feel like I'm failing,
failing you