Your strange fascination with the obvious

Makes you as startling as a window

Your keen sense of being oblivious

Shows that you've nothing to hide

From what I became to what I'll become

To what I once was having seen some

I went over the salt that's combined between us

From up there all you see is clouds

That might be bad

Nothing like bliss

After the aging's done, wonder how much I'd miss

To live beyond the ever lessening mercies of others

The shoulders that look our way they scream out try solitude



The piss whores in the newsroom

Got a knack for starting fires

They'll cut out your heart with a chainsaw

And shit it out over the wires

That might be bad

Nothing like bliss

After the aging's done wonder how much I'd miss



To live beyond the ever lessening mercies of others

The shoulders that look our way they scream out try solitude

When the helping hands reach out and take hold of the pillow that smothers

Heaven help us all who understand



Shiny's making it good - every promise made

Shiny's making it good - with the lives he saved

I don't want to be here when it goes down

When it all goes down

When it all goes down