William Beckett
Dear Interceptor
Get out of the city if it hurts
You're too blind
Move it over
Try to get closer
To the lifestyles of the gluttons
Seem so seamless and perfect
I've been the secret that you've been keeping

Ears to the wall
Eyes on the prize
See that you've made a mistake
And we all know what you've done here
Dear Interceptor
I've been waiting
Show me something
Hold the phone
We've found an answer
Full moons and minor keys to get there faster
Mirror mirror
See
This as clear as crystalline
Second-hand interpreter
The spoken word for change

Wait for me
I wanted to feel this safe
I can't hear you scream
Hold the phone to make it better
We can't just stand to be where you had once
I can't hear you scream
I wanted to feel this safe
I can't hear you
Blood to the beat
This thirst of the lion
Can't be quenched by cigarette-strewn cubicle air
Dear diluted
While you're dreaming
Show me something
Hold the phone
We've found an answer
Full moons and minor keys to get there faster
Mirror mirror
See this as clear as crystalline
Second hand interpreter
The spoken word for change

Wait for me
I wanted to feel this safe
I can't hear you
Hold the phone to make it better
We can't just sit this
To be where you had to
Where
Deep into the red
We need a change

Just look at this cardboard cutout
This puppet that you've become
Let me be the first to acknowledge
You've no pride
You've no purpose
It's so typical to think less is more
When you're out of the lead
Don't hurt yourself
Settle for less
It's so typical to think less is more
When you're out of the lead
Second hand interpreter
The spoken word for change
Wait for me
I wanted to feel this safe
I can't hear you
Hold the phone
We've found an answer