Lost, like the memories of my childhood
Like the needle in the hay,
And when I spoke of all my hatred,
I saw your eyes as you looked away,
and I saw that I meant, nothing to you,
So I guess that I will be, that nothing to you.
And I breathe disappointment,
But the only one I disappoint is you.
And this is my modern anger,
And this is my modern rage,
The bile rises in my mouth man,
But I only dry retch again
"Are you listening?"
Til I find something worth hating,
Something worth holding, something worth fighting for.
Black, black it's the message of nothing,
Your holding out for a better man.
I'll never be that better man.
Like the needle in the hay,
And when I spoke of all my hatred,
I saw your eyes as you looked away,
and I saw that I meant, nothing to you,
So I guess that I will be, that nothing to you.
And I breathe disappointment,
But the only one I disappoint is you.
And this is my modern anger,
And this is my modern rage,
The bile rises in my mouth man,
But I only dry retch again
"Are you listening?"
Til I find something worth hating,
Something worth holding, something worth fighting for.
Black, black it's the message of nothing,
Your holding out for a better man.
I'll never be that better man.