Farewell, Mona Lisa The Dillinger Escape Plan

Wash it down the drain
Drown the dream
Wash your smile down

Wash it down the drain please
Like animals destined for fuel or observance
Our role is clear never stray far from the path

Everything must have an end

But what am I supposed to say?
Oh sorry I guess I forgot
You think you could tell me again?
Please?
I don't remember
What am I supposed to think?
What am I supposed to feel?

There's no feeling in this place
The echoes of the past speak louder
Than any voice I hear right now
Don't you ever try to be
More than you were destined for
Or anything worth fighting for
There's no feeling in this place
There's no feeling in this place
Feeling in this place