Laugh Like It's The End Of The World

When the last string is cut
what will you do?
Who will you hang on to?
Your precious dream?

Cuz in the end,
we'll all, all fall down.
To pieces.
The fragments of my soul will fall to your feet.
Then what?

No one cares about your opinion.
So get back in line.
Another body in the line of duty.
What could we mean to you?

Nothing.
Not any more,
at least,
this pain has stopped.
I've lost my sight for you.

So shut up!
Cuz no one cares!
About you, or your precious Sundays.
Get back in line.
It starts now.

I'm tired of all this shit.
I can't do this any more.
I'm done.
I'm cutting my strings
to your heart.

So go on,
go on