Emily Haines
"Our Hell"

First went wrong is hard to find,
We're paralyzed, we apologize; our hell is a good life.
Last went wrong but where's my prize, under the lights?
Can we call it in? We'll be on the road.
Can we stop? When we stop,
My back will turn your face towards the fence.
What I thought it was it isn't now
What I thought it was it isn't now

All this weight is honest worse.
We're moderate; we modernize 'til our hell is a good life.
All we know is to forget how to do right,
Colouring in the black hole. Can we stop?
When we stop my hands will shake,
My eyes will burn, my throat will ache,
Watching you turn from me towards your friends.

What I thought it was it isn't now
What I thought it was it isn't
Punishment to stall what is done.
What I thought was in this is missing out.
What I thought it was it isn't now

There's a pattern in the system,
There's a bullet in the gun.
That's why I tried to save you, but it can't be done.
It can't be done.