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 [?]