This air is not for real

This air is not for real

This air is not for real

They switched it out

Cover your face

Cover your face

Cover your face

I don't trust this place

This road won't take us home

This road won't take us home

This road won't take us home

It just goes on

I ain't got nothing to do here

I know nothing more than you do

Every morning is the first day of spring

Spin around and let the smell of grass follow you in

The blood on your lips tastes sweet of sin

Sin, sin, level, level

I can hear your laughter in the trees

When you wake up

You don't know where you've been

Sin, sin, level, level

My mind is not my mind

This sun is not for real

This sun is not for real

This sun is not for real

I stare at it

Come stare into the sun

Come stare into the sun

Come stare into the sun

I suck it in

I ain't got nothing to do here

I know nothing more than you do

They told us to be wise

And cover our eyes

Told us to look down and turn away

I ain't got nothing to do here

I know nothing more than you do

Every morning is the first day of spring

Spin around and let the smell of grass follow you in

The blood on your lips tastes sweet of sin

Sin, sin, level, level

I can hear your laughter in the trees

When you wake up

You don't know where you've been

Sin, sin, level, level