Dead Alive

On a walk in a fragile state Weird angles coming over the wires Back home we got girls in braids And they're on roller skates and they roll any way they like From my town I can only see down Down my nose to the fish in the barrels But they are the wiles of human life There are pity nights and a ray of gentle lights So tonight Dance and cry The dead alive Monuments were awfully dense I float by in a daze on the freeway You can whine of our different times But me, I'm fine with a view that is far away We're the mills in the valley to function Rain gonna fall on the hills where we hide Wash the blood and the guts to the ocean Leave the pike making everything alright So tonight Dance and cry The dead alive So tonight Dance and cry The dead alive Figments Figments of imagination Figments of imagination (Figments of imagination) Figments of imagination Figments of imagination Figments of imagination Figments of imagination Figments of imagination Figments of imagination Figments of imagination (Figments of imagination)