carry on, don't you move a muscle for me carry on in your pattern carry on, it's alright if you ignore me now you got it figured out but you are
buried on bodies of the ones before you maybe on lungs still moving tarry on if you're happy living with the sound of sinking in the ground the white oak
grab the neighbors and the lovers tell them that we're jumping town don't you worry about the others they're already too far down and we're leaving all the water because it's just a bunch of smoke the moss, the worms, the shade are gone at the white oak
terrified of a wasted reputation verified by your rearing purify all your thoughts of affirmation's doubt let's try to talk this out don't you know
you decide what is running through your body demoralized is your hunger glorify all the ropes that pull your body now they want to get you out to the white oak