oh what do you know since theres nothing above there must be something below but no no dont look down cos through the stories of war flow the tears of a clown so take those pictures off the wall no one will believe you till your world starts to fall down and oh whats this i see while youre thinking bout you im busy thinking bout me and oh what was that you said these aint written for you these are the songs for the dead still youre sitting there requesting for the right to cry dont look to me to wipe those tears from your eye and now youre at the wheel theyve uncovered your lies now tell me how does that feel and oh what was that you said these aint written for you these are the songs for the dead so take those pictures off the wall your force fed icons words they dont mean nothin at all and still youre sitting there requesting for the right to die well don t look to me to wipe those tears from your eye