I've got these hands and I've got some oxygen...
I just don't know what to do with it.
Brandy tricks and treats the knees and I fell for it...
Somehow they say this doll will sway and
Swing between the universe and me
Well spend our days fast and grey
Trying not to drink the sea.
Were so stout and double faced
Becoming prophets everyday with a gospel
Of how we grooved and all the breath that it removed

The rebellion is over...
The colors are much bolder
And the emperors new clothes sag...

I'll try my best, I'll make it fit...
But the more it grinds the worse it gets...
I watch it shake my hold of it...

The more it runs the more tired I get

Take all of space, the earth and how it tastes
I never loved it anyways
We fought the rain with the heaviest chains
Hoping to drown or float away...
Everything you could have been...
Has been rebuilt with gauze and tin
What I want is just to get on
Never get off
Never move on

And I don't have a single cell to pawn...
To the tricks the devil trips us on

We arm this room and get left in empty tombs
As the invisible break through
Screaming I know how to make this easier...
I can make it easier...
I can make it.