I've got these hands and Ive got some oxygen...
I just don't know what to do with it.
Brandy tricks and treats the knees and I fell for it...
Somehow they say this doll will sway and
Swing between the universe and me
We'll spend our days fast and grey...
Trying not to drink the sea.
We're so stout and double faced...
Becoming prophets everyday with a gospel
Of how we grooved and all the breath that it removed

The rebellion is over...
The colors are much bolder...
And the emperor's new clothes sag...

I'll try my best, I'll make it fit...
But the more it grinds the worse it gets...
I watch it shake my hold of it...
The more it runs the more tired I get...

Take all of space, the earth and how it tastes
I never loved it anyways...
We fought the rain with the heaviest chains
Hoping to drown or float away...
Everything you could have been...
Has been rebuilt with gauze and tin
What I want is just to get on
Never get off
Never move on

And I don't have a single cell to pawn...
To the tricks the devil trips us on

We arm this room and get left in empty tombs...
As the invisible break through
Screaming I know how to make this easier...
...I can make it easier...
I can make it

(Thanks to Mark for these lyrics)