The telephone is ringing, disconnect the line   The tension, oh, it's building but I'm alright   Yeah, I'm alright and the stars are colliding   So you might as well, oh, you might as well let me go      The television is burning, I set it on fire   The wheels, they keep turning but I'm fine   Yeah, I'm fine and what about the questions   We had locked up inside      Somewhere, somehow   We've been denied   Hand in hand we walk behind pretending   Defending while our souls our tied      It's only the third hour, my conscience subsides   But something will remind that you lied   Yeah, you lied and what about the consequences?   This can't be right