Instant History

Dear God,
Adjust my dreams for me.
All I learned is instant history.
Is this how,
The surface will break?
Releasing the pressure,
The horrors that await.

Hell hath no fury like a human born.
Its only real if you can’t replace it,
And now I’m losing all control.
Why do I fear it?

This is the sound that we make.
Can you hear it?
This is the sound that we make.
Can you hear it?
I love the sound when it breaks.
Can you hear it?
This is the sound that we make.
Can you hear it?

Dear God,
We’re shouting in the streets,
‘Cause all our love is instant history.
We could go,
To any time or place.
But the history’s a nightmare,
I’m sure we’ll awake.

I got a fever in my bones.
Gets me so high that I can taste it.
And now I’m losing all control.
Why do I fear it?

This is the sound that we make.
Can you hear it?
This is the sound that we make.
Can you hear it?
I love the sound when it breaks.
Can you hear it?
This is the sound that we make.
Can you hear it?

We only exist in the noise that we bring,
And we can’t unlearn what we learned.
We try to position our lives on a string,
And we can’t unhear what we heard.