REFLECTION OF THE BROKEN ARMS LIES IN THE SQUASHED FLESH WHERE LIGHT IS HIDDEN BURNT CHAPBOOK OF REJECTED DREAMS, OUR BODIES’ GESTURE
WE'RE SO LONESOME STRIVING TO ABIDE AND WE'VE GOT NOTHING TO REMEMBER WE SEEK SOME SLEEP WE HAVE FORGOTTEN LONG AGO THOSE WHO USED TO KNOW US WE ARE NO MORE THAN SHADOWS OF THESE DAYS
(chorus) PANE GAZERS THINK OF THOSE WHO WAS PANE GAZERS KNOW PROPER WAY TO DIE