Lost my whole family to a germ on the breeze.
They weave their bodies through the roots of the trees.
I'm sinking farther in the fire.
You go to work, you pad your organs with fat,
Dress up in fictions all your sadder of facts.
I'm sinking farther in the fire.
Red light motel, I balaclava my face.
She says I'm thriving, she can tell by the pace.
But I'm sinking farther in the fire.
Why we live and why we die.
You throw your hands up in the sky,
But no one's listening, no one knows.
You're in the wilderness alone.
Take out the garbage, patch the roof where it leaks.
Of what love drives us to we scarcely should speak.
Turn on the burners, fill the house up with fumes.
Take out a lighter, stand alone in the room.
Am I sinking farther in the fire?
Why we live and why we die.
You throw your hands up in the sky.
Such a mystery, no one knows.
You're in the wilderness alone.
I'm sinking farther in the fire.
