Limestone, made from coral and bone
Calls you home though we know something they don't
Gamma rays decay in such a way that they turn upon their own
Quicksand, neither liquid nor land
Understand if you can there's a reason why we ran
Seismic waves behave in such a way I pray they don't get out of hand
Now there's a funny story
Goddamn it all to hell I know it all too well
God damn us all to hell and back
Ozone, creeps through coral and bone
Through the foam and the loam and the hollow we call home
Summer days ablaze in such a way they say we might be on our own
