We're still laughing over lore
Still talking about a stream of smoke in the head of a shelter tank, swimmingly bored
Swimming in monotony, swimming in ponds where our knees scrape the bottom
And still, we swallow the surface
We brought our boredom to the lights
Spoiled the city, blind to the ocean
Deaf to the heavens
Carving a shut in symphony with memory's masturbation
I've talked it out
Doomed to be a spoiled child
A pupil in the eyes of forever
I knit the fire, I stared into the mirror
A prisoner to the past
A ghost to the present
Put down your glass Don't raise a toast to your slaving bloodline now
Come to life
Walk the roads to Judah, tonight [x3]