We wind our chords and gather strength
To force our way to something good
All the while we'll be disgusted
By the face we choose to show
The noon time rise, we'll compromise
And decide it's all for better here
Listen for the subtle queue
That's never ever there
We'll talk for years, half a ten
Where we simmer on our thoughts
We'll plan our greatest atrophy
And continue dreaming on
But I find, that I grow tired
And my exhaustion hurts me so
Did I fail, or did I wake
To find that we've grown old?
I cannot make a picture work
I cannot hold the time
I sit here still alone so well
And dwell on my decline
You will not laugh at my expense
You will not laugh for kind
You will stare so vacantly
And I will stand aside
We will never follow logic
We will never sign
But we will proclaim the flawless
When the time is right
And when we argue endlessly
We'll know that we'll be fine
For what does not destroy the world
Will always ease our mind
Our friends will watch us stall and scatter
As ideals divide our words
We'll not agree and then we'll see
What loyalty we've earned
And maybe then we'll find some friends
Who understand what we've become
But by that time we're bitter husks
Of what they used to love
We're royalty within our heads
And we shall not be denied
The lunatics that bring us down
Will fry upon the pikes
And pour us more, pack it tight
Grant us exit mild
Denounce us not, judge or jury
Free us for a while
We shall return, by day end break
And we'll be all the wiser
We may not fix what must be fixed
But it may be set on fire
For as we learn that of the world
We were never here
Our welcome worn, our binding torn
We try to stay sincere
But we find static and let it cling
To let us feel the warmth
As it melts our skin to bone
We remember what it's for
So we cripple and die alone
Or maybe with some friends
The ones we chose to lie to often
So that they'd come again
And with our flowers
We'll smell so sweet
To cover the stench of rot,
Until the clouds
Part and view us
And judge it all for not,
'But we decide
The mortal putty
That decorates the morgue,
And we will be
So tasteful when
We fall below the floor.