I guess Michael Stipe isn't too pleased that this song has brand new relevance. I'm not either but it's all I've thought about since November. I hear the tattoo of the drums at the end of the bridge like machine gun fire, right behind my eyes. Right beside my head. I was never afraid of overkill, you know? Burn the planet and everyone goes at once. It's watching things crumble that hurts. It's watching people suffer.