Lyric Denied

the telephone is ringing, disconnect the line
the tension is building but I m alright
the stars are colliding, so you might as well let me go

the television is burning because I set it on fire
the wheels they keep turning, but i m fine
what about the questions we have locked up inside

somewhere, somehow
we ve been denied
hand in hand we walk behind pretending,
defending while our souls are tied

It s only the third hour, my conscience subsides
But something reminds me that you lied
What about the consequences?
This can t be right