Which Is It

Don't praise destruction, don't let it in

And by the certainty, the same thing

Don't wait for meaning, don't wait to love

Don't give 'em nothing, and they just want some

He's wood screaming, what an awful sound

I will turn this goddamn thing around

And I get the feeling, when you boil it down

It's a bit revealing how

We're drawn to the madness like an accident scene

Divvy up sadness like a current scene

Drawn to whatever we don't have anymore

Drawn to the demons and the wolf at the door

Is this you?

Is it ancient?

So don't cut and run

Don't you strike the stage

And your teenaged heroes have all gone grey

Don't count the roses, wait to look

Don't give 'em nothing, they just want some

He's wood screaming, what an awful sound

I'll turn this goddamn thing around

Think of all the schemin' that trickles down

It's a bit revealing how

We're drawn to the madness like an accident scene

Divvy up the sadness like a current scene

Drawn to whatever we don't have anymore

Drawn to the demons and the wolf at the door

Drawn to whatever's hangin' low on the tree

Drawn to whatever prison tells us we're free

Drawn to an ending that'll settle the score

Drawin' but tryin' to keep the wolf at the door

Is this you?

Is it ancient?

We screw

Which is it?