Are your thoughts breaking?

Are your thoughts crushing?

Are they naked, are they aching to be pushing?

Do you feel too clean?

I feel that too much

and the hunch i didn't play beackons my way

like a crutch



Iron boots, aluminum wings,

I just can't stop running into things

and I'm all smashed up.

Honey..today i hit the ground, and found

these wings made of tin will just cave in

and iron boots just keep me down



Are your thoughts in silence

or are your thoughts in sirens?

Is it steel rubbing to steel or iron to iron?

Do you think like me? Does trouble just come up?

What is the sickness that growls like machines in your gut?



Iron boots, aluminum wings

I just can't stop running into things

and i'm all smashed up.

Honey...today i hit the ground, and found

these wings made of tin will just cave in

and iron boots just keep me down



tripping me up again

iron boots and matching straight jacket suits

and i fall down again on my chin.

Fuel spilling out, fuel still rushing in is how it begins.

It's a miracle i can still stand up

pulling me down with your gravity.

Sadder than tragedy's sound.

I still get around.

I still get up with iron boots on the ground.



It's in times of riot

not times of quiet

it's where i hide it;

inside it.



It's the distortion, give me distortion

to clear it all away

to clear it all away



It's the distotion, give me distortion

to clear it all away

to clear it all away