It's down to the quick, going over like a brick.

There's a tent overhead because the tenants got sick.

Of all the germs in the sky that they never kept high.

What good's a mile of convenience if there's only one side?

I've got a heart like a lion but a brain like a sieve.

I keep my habits in the basement where the guns all live.

I've got the jitters, the shakes, a car without brakes.

I spend days getting dizzy from repeating my mistakes, and it's true...

Like we've been shown, desensitized.

We drag ourselves through this maze.

We're too alone to recognize.

Believe in our own disgrace, we're better off outside the race.

Somewhere a life breaks down to the edge at the bottom of a sign.

Between the scars and the trains never running on time,

If there's a bigger type of lie than a man above the sky,

When the world goes, man, will the telephones die?

Behind the bars on the wall, there's a room without a sound

And a crack in the ceiling where the blood runs down.

I see my time fly by.

The days blend out.

The signs tell it all without a shadow of a doubt, and it's true...

Like we've been shown, desensitized.

We drag ourselves through this maze.

We're too alone to recognize.

Believe in our own disgrace, we're better off outside the race.

Time so defined as the ages wash away, but our lives can't be undone by the outside.

Just one life sown without vice, keep the old ones out of sight.

Without faith, words come gray.

We are divided and alone.