A Tragedy (This Melody)

A wasteland I'm sorry, for I'm meant to tend to this land But irresponsibly I've fettered and neglected The seeds that we've sown, All the roots that we've grown in the quicksand And now we're losing hold of all we know I swear to god the sun outside will turn to stone The song we sing suffers a silent sleep These notes ring unrecognizably This melody is inaudible to me Why don't you try another frequency No, I can't be what you're wanting me to be Our expectations differ violently Are we damned To an unmusical existence, or have we planned A way to reconfigure our systems so they're sapient To the patterns and the pulses of our environment This melody is inaudible to me Why don't you try another frequency A tragedy the likes of which I've never seen This is not how we're supposed to be (Breakdown) This melody is inaudible to me Why don't you try another... A tragedy the likes of which I've never seen This is not how we're supposed to be Anxiety about just who we're meant to be Our expectations differ violently