Denied
The telephone is ringing, disconnect the line the tension is building but I'm alright the stars are colliding, so you might as well let me go/ the television is burning because I set it on fire the wheels they keep turning, but I'm fine what about the questions we have locked up inside/ somewhere, somehow we've been denied hand in hand we walk behind pretending, defending while our souls are tied/ It's only the third hour, my conscience subsides But something reminds me that you lied What about the consequences? This can't be right