Lyrics Frantic Believer - NEW LANGUAGE

Frantic Believer

Couldn’t speak of a need for an ending
Couldn’t dream of the journey impending
Disbelief, within grief but pretending
It gets better
It gets better
Hesitate at the gates of the pass through
Memories, on a screen being reviewed
Finding out, every doubt — reading the truth
From this letter, this death letter
Living another agenda
Passively an offender
Living another agenda
The last call
How will I follow?
Dying a frantic believer
Dying a frantic believer
Without time, do you lie in the rapture?
Or has the light flickered out ever after?
Without a cure, we unsure keep lamenting
It’s not better, it’s not better
Living another agenda
Passively an offender
Living another agenda
The last call
How will I follow?
Dying a frantic believer
Dying a frantic believer
In the end, the clock is unfolding…
We’re comfortable with nothing or we’re anxiously, coming clean,
hoping that you’re pleased by what you see
The last call
How will I follow?
Dying a frantic believer
Dying a frantic believer