There's no work in walking in to fuel the talk I would grab my shoes and then away I'd walk Through all the stubborn beauty I start at the dawn Until the sun had fully stopped Never walking away from Just a way to pull apart Dehydrate back into minerals A life long walk to the same exact spot
Carbon's anniversary The parting of the sensory Old old mystery The parting of the sensory
Who the hell made you the boss? We placed our chips in all the right spots But still lost Any shithead who had ever walked Could take the ship and do a much finer job This fit like clothes made out of wasps Aw, fuck it I guess I lost
The parting of the sensory Carbon's anniversary Just part it again if you please Carbon's anniversary
Who the hell made you the boss If you say what to do I know what not to stop If you were the ship then who would ever get on The weather changed it for the worse And came down on us like it had been rehearsed And like we hope, but change will surely come And be awful for most but really good for some I took a trip to the exact same spot We pulled the trigger, but we forgot to cock And every single shot Aw, fuck it I guess we lost
Some day you will die and Somehow something's going to steal your carbon Some day you will die and Somehow something's going to steal your carbon
Well some day you will die somehow and Something's going to steal your carbon Some day you will die and Someone's or something's will steal your carbon
Some day something will die and Somehow you'll figure out how Often you will die somehow and Something going to steal your carbon
Well some day you will die somehow and Something's going to steal your carbon