I'm sure that I'm fine
but I heard there's a bath
in a river of glass so I'll take it
I've always known
that the smiles that were shown
were plastic and hollow lines
Chorus:
And I'll be damned,
your metaphor dollar-fed God
got into my head
Hey now,
plastics gather 'round now you're waitin'
with your hands out for the blood flies
to come and carry you home
doubt is a crime
and I caught me at last
running circles in rounded-off places
scanning for hope
but these windows of gold
play tricks on my eyes...
Chorus.
...why don't we pull apart, look inside
the curtains of origins that imitate life
and where you are is where I'll be
floating arms of azure seize
who will you inspire?
as I watch this world below,
and the world I watch grows smaller and smaller
fear and love
all collide and all at once
the piper plays green
tearing the sleeves
pulled up from the sea
and thrown through the ceiling
stepping stones so carefully untouched
you'll only leave this world alone
strange that you think you can fly
strapped to a stone
in a blinked needle's eye
I'll be damned,
your all-time-low just lowered again
hey now plastics gather round now you're waitin'
with your hands out,
waitin' for the war flies,
waitin' for the blood flies
to come and carry you home
