From the recording The Fine Chairs

drums by Florian Dieckmann



The more you shout
The more you're heard
No one cares about the truth.
The more you take
These things for real
The less you need to leave your booth.

You're going down
Yeah you're going down.

You built a wall
That's made of doubt
Are your friends still close to you?
What happened to
Your open mind
Only you decide what is true.

You're going down
Yeah you're going down.

But it ain't right
For heaven's sake what have we become
It ain't right.

"A fact's a fact!"
But that was yesterday
Too many skins around the core.
Modern witches
getting burned again
And the crowd is screaming out for more.

You're going down...