Farewell, Mona Lisa - The Dillinger Escape Plan

Wash it down the drain, down the drain

Wash your smile down

YEAH!!!

Wash it down the drain

PLEASE!!!

Like it or not this is what fuel our obsessions (or insurgents?)

I’m always dreaming (?), never stray far from the path.

Everything was taught to me (?)

But what am I supposed to say?

What am I supposed to say?

I’m sorry I guess I forgot

You think you can kill me again?

Guess I don’t remember

What am I supposed to think?

What am I supposed to think?

What am I supposed to feel?

What am I supposed to feel?

There’s no feeling in this place.

The echoes of the past speak louder than

Any voice I hear right now.

Don’t you ever try to be more than you were destined for

Or anything worth fighting for

Don’t you ever try to be more than you were destined for

Or anything worth fighting for

There’s no feeling in this place

There’s no feeling in this place

Feeling in this place

What did you expect?

That we were nearly home, that we would never leave

What did you expect, that we would never leave home?

That we would never leave, that we would never leave

That we would never leave, that we would never leave

What did you expect from us, we’re murderers

Murderers and liars and rapists and thieves

You should never put your trust in any of us There is nothing to gain from this interference

Don’t you ever try to be more than you were destined for

Or anything worth fighting for

There’s no feeling in this place

The past is louder than anything I hear right now

The past is louder than anything I hear right now