The Violent Sound

This is the sound
Of a violent town
Just look around
It's a lost and found
Of teen-aging frowns
Bound to the violent sound
Of lovers in love
As they tumble to the ground and say

Nothing
Means anything at all

Look at the way
We like to play these games
Always the same
Just a change of face
Some well-crafted lies
Held tight, just in case
The truth gets too close
You can always say that

Nothing
Means anything at all