The Golden Ratio

In between the days I feel my age begin to take its place Just remember the telephone is a numerical I need more reason to tie a rope Who could see our history to hate itself to this degree Little boys on the beaches stop moving [?] is a reason to terror on Here to make you hysterical Now that I'm howling Just to keep from drowning I'm tired of running All the words you make me burn in Wonder why we're still looking for silver lining Building up inside of them If living is hurting Only this we know for certain We exist to be alone Package nuclear holiday in Disneyland, you will obey Wages spending, the wars we keep waging The poor population's a reason to terror on Here to make you hysterical Now that I'm howling Just to keep from drowning I'm tired of running All the words you make me burn in Wonder why we're still looking for silver lining Building up inside of them If living is hurting Only this we know for certain We exist to be alone In silence they collide Is it a question of [?] In silence they collide Is it a question of [?]