Everybody knows what we've been saying
Nothing's all that good, but everything's so bad
If there's time or time we've had worth saving
Would it still remain, or would it all just pass?
I don't know if it's confidence
Oh maybe it's intolerance
Maybe I'm disgusted with the facts
Out of line, I'm outta here
Because I've wasted all these years
On all these things and on the panicking I've done
Out of breath, you're out of touch
I used this torture as a crutch
It's way too much, I think it's time that I move on
Everybody watches what we're doing
We're put out on display, we're hanging out to dry
It makes no sense to censor what they're viewing
But it won't be explained, and they'll all wonder why
I don't know if it's confidence
Oh maybe it's intolerance
Maybe I'm misjudging what's still mine
Out of line, I'm outta here
Because I've wasted all these years
On all these things and on the panicking I've done
Out of breath, you're out of touch
I used this torture as a crutch
It's way too much, I think it's time that I move on