The faces we have worn adrift the seas of acquaintance
The lies we can't control, smiling as we sink to the bottom
Tongue tied, we retrace the lines and cross we create
What's one, what's one more?

The viscous ties initiate
Conquered, alleviated Secured in meaning
Senseless and seething, torn

A hollow connection we have born
Misdirection guides us all

So where's the sense in the sense of community?
The people have all worn lining the depths of the bottom
All tongue tied we retrace the lines we cross create
What's one, what's one more?