Do you hear those distant voices

and sounds through the flames

the deafening drone

of these clanking machines 

in the lights

it抯 the same

we're trying to free

the sculpture from the stone

we'll take the rhythm from the throne

if the radio is dying

listen to me won't you listen to me 



I don抰 want to lie in a bed of ashes

I don抰 want to burn in a midnight sun

I don抰 want to know if the system crashes

I don抰 want to go if it抯 just begun

I don抰 want to lie in a bed of ashes

I don't want to burn in the midnightsun 

in the midnight sun



I scream like a madman in the morning 

no one heard a thing

I had hoped for a more effective warning

no one felt the sting

someone's savior never saved 

take it away 'till there's nothing left to say

the radio is dying

listen to me

won't you listen to me



I don抰 want to lie in a bed of ashes

I don抰 want to burn in a midnight sun

i don抰 want to know if the system crashes

I don抰 want to go if it抯 just begun

I don抰 want to lie in a bed of ashes

I don抰 want to burn in the midnight sun

in the midnight sun



Dancing like a child

will we feel at all 

or just smile in another pretty prison

the wires frayed and broken free

it's loud as hell but I don't want to listen

is existentialism so desperate? 

condition may seem painful but it won't last 

I just march, march

sometimes I get the last laugh



Machines and dreams

to make the choices for you

machines and dreams

I won't go out like that

machines and dreams

to make the choices for your

machines and dreams--

I won't go out



I don抰 want to lie in a bed of ashes

I don抰 want to burn in the midnight sun

I don抰 want to know if the system crashes

I don抰 want to go if it抯 just begun

I don抰 want to lie in a bed of ashes

I don抰 want to burn in a midnight sun

I don抰 want to know if the system crashes

I don't want to go i don't want to go 

I don't want to lie

I don't want to go

I don't want to lie

I don't want to go