Aftertaste - Apnea

when conversation is candid, a minimum of panic
and adjectives add color to it all
rumors run amok like redneck pickup trucks
they`re lifted up and rippin` up my yard (lawn)
think you`ll find a crowd and get real drunk and loud
you turn around and everyone(`s) on guard (is gone)
make your idle threats and pretend you lost a bet
you shave yourself like Geldof in ³The Wall²
when conversation is static the minimum is havoc
and adjectives can`t cover it at all
so save your breath cause you have sucked the last one from my chest
and say your prayers and hope there`s something out there
you can try to scream a thousand different things but you know you never will be heard
and you can turn a phrase a dozen different ways
but in the end they`re still just words
(to tell you it`s okay)
(so you know you`re not alone)
please let me out (is anybody there?)
something ain`t right down here (anyone at all?)
please get me out ( does anybody care...)
there`s something alive down here (...at all?)
so save your breath cause you have sucked the last one from my chest
and say your prayers and hope there`s something out there, and it cares
are you there, and tell me have you ever been so scared?
cause I never, ever have been so scared