He's in the sound of the song that was sung to an empty room
The last light from the sun that was set too soon
In the chamber of the man who never saw the sun
In the gravestone sitting on a worn-out plan
In the long lost echo of the "why not me? "
We never moved on, never let bygones be
In the blood from the war that history forgot
In the unsolved crime, in the memory lost

I never thought it'd come to this

Death of an optimist
Death of an optimist

He's in the cry from a boy who is left unattended
In the agenda of the unoffended
Now presenting a horror story or a happy ending
Depending on which one of us is pretending
In the shame of a past repeated and reenacted
Truth that was redacted, youth that never lasted
In the protest the news never reported
The American dream that got deported

I never thought it'd come to this

Death of an optimist
Death of an optimist
Death of an optimist
Death of an optimist
Death of an optimist
Death of an optimist