The Hoosiers

Hypnotised by mirrors,
You should look out your window,
Beneath cracked panes of ice,
A sky's on fire.
Drowned by the screams of decadence,
Are two arms (?)
Too busy working out to,
Work it out.
It's not gonna matter what you chose,
It's too late when everything goes,
Da-ya-ya-yark (x2)
It's come for all that you hola dear,
She starts to cry,
And hears a song to break your heart,
Looking in the dark,
But I can't see,