Hard times, the throw is off line, pictures of black and gray soft minds, backed up by hard drives, standing in single file Anything to past the test, you passed the test Like screaming in the air, the sound for all who care, the siren rings in vain when lightning hits the ground, to all who stand around, the shock of ignorance Black lines, can turn to battlefields, when they are drawn in pen, the stop signs like human apathy, can cause a fatal crash Like screaming in the air, the sound for all who care, the siren rings in vain when lightning hits the ground, to all who stand around, the shock of ignorance The feeling hard to tell, a word can break the spell Hard times, the throw is off line, pictures of black and gray Like screaming in the air, the sound for all who care, the siren rings in vain when lightning hits the ground, to all who stand around, the shock of ignorance Like screaming in the air, the sound for all who care, the siren rings in vain when lighting hits the ground, to all who stand around, the shock of ignorance