Which Is It

Don't praise distraction, don't let it in
Don't buy the certainty, it's the same thing
Don't wait for meaning, don't wait to love
Don't give them nothing when they just want some

Ease up with the screaming, what an awful sound
I will turn this goddamned thing around
Ever get the feeling, when you boil it down?
It's a bit revealing how

We're drawn to the madness like an accident scene
Divvy up the sadness like a currency
Drawn to whatever we don't have any more
Drawn to the demons and the wolf at the door
Is this new? Is it ancient?

So don't cut and run, don't you strike the stage
When your teenaged heroes have all gone gray
Don't count the roses, don't wait to love
Don't give 'em nothing, they just want some

Ease up with the screaming, what an awful sound
I will turn this goddamned thing around
Sick of all the scheming, boy it trickles down
It's a bit revealing how

We're drawn to the madness like an accident scene
Divvy up the sadness like a currency
Drawn to whatever we don't have any more
Drawn to the demons and the wolf at the door
Drawn to whatever's hanging low on the tree
Drawn to whatever prison tells us we're free
Drawn to an ending that'll settle the score
Drawn, but we'll try to keep the wolf at the door
Is this new? Is it ancient?
Are we screwed? Which is it?