Lyric

Bold of you to assume

For every pain there's a reason

Some men gotta watch the world burn

Without a thing they can do

It's just the way it's all been

Can't wipe the slate clean

Dark side of history repeating, repeating

Inside your head

Like you're raising the dead

In terror and dread your heart keeps beating, keeps beating

It's just the way it's all been

Can't wipe the slate clean

So much for treating the symptoms and not the disease

If you're ready for one more pain

Good luck wiping the slate clean

Your voice will go without an answer

When answers go without a voice

It's just the way it's all been

Can't wipe the slate clean

Dark side of history repeating, repeating

Inside your head

Like you're raising the dead

In terror and dread your heart keeps beating

It's just the way it's all been

Can't wipe the slate clean

So much for treating the symptoms and not the disease

If you're ready for one more pain

Good luck wiping the slate clean

Saving hands

You had to turn them down

Why, oh why?

You had to turn them down

Saving hands

You had to turn them down

Prognosis negative

It's just the way it's all been

Can't wipe the slate clean

So much for treating the symptoms and not the disease

If you're ready for one more pain

It's just the way it's all been

Can't wipe the slate clean

So much for treating the symptoms and not the disease

If you're ready for one more pain

Good luck wiping the slate clean