All My Friends

All my friends
Alone on a hill
They're just looking down with violent minds out on loan
They're just not equipped
Insistence
We hope for the best
We're not making sense
In silence
Wait for the day when you're better than…
In this silence
I'm not buying
But you're not faking
I'm not…
I guess we better hold on again

Cause this time
We won't understand again
I'm not waiting for some sense

Still they sit alone on a hill
Their mechanical thoughts have left them out on their own
They're not buying this