the planer´s lost and all I need to linemy bed with handkerchiefs to bay my fatigue to build a case of true love lost and lives erased to live guilt free in a foretold destiny
he found a hill where he stakes his claimand he´ll build a house where he´ll martyr his children
the trees wheeze out the ocean rise he´s gaining ground in his high-rise with all proceeds from rewritten history infairytales he still believes
he breathes and thrives and he´s immunized but he´s paralyzed and he´s sure to die off
soon running for the middle higher ground but lower while all his coasts are running off
coldwaters boil mother earth´s rage his house and family have washed away where was his savior his promised road he followed every rule they ever sold he saw his world as a vapor life support
we colonize and we multiply as we suck it dry yeah we´re sure to die off