When you start to realize that ain’t no use for being out of the cage, your finest taste
Hurt your pathetic face in the attic and turned a stone out of your home
Tasting like silver, silk, lungs and liver. Hope you start using at least half of your time
Cause there is plenty to see and plenty to be
Planting our seeds/dreams in a priceless need.
And so it comes and there’s no fun being around your favorite sounds
A supersonic, almost ironic day is coming for us to see the great breakdown
We need friends in a bubble or friends in a bottle
just to fill the ashtray, to expect the next day.