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 tremble of the man who never shot his shot
In the gravestone sitting on a worn out plot

In the long lost echo of the why not me?
Who never moved on, never let bygones be
In the blood from a war that history forgot
In the unsolved crime and 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 was 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