i'm trapped in the heartless culture of a desert frame
sleek in a self-destruction of a different name, when
tables set the stage, well i'll believe it's time
cross the bridge, deciding what i better find
got my troubles balanced with a mental weight
slashing out the tires of a burning fate, you
listen through the window with a wooden ear
soaking up the silence till the sound is clear
how low, just how low can you go with both hands on the staircase, dear
contrive, writing the lies with flair, not seen since your 15th year
you're better off this line
it felt bad for nothing in a freezing vein
i kept counting curses with a painted gaze, yeah
hand twisted to magic for a dreaming day
pre and post-production in a tiny brain
who knows, how do you know what you know, it could turn you absentee
whose side, don't matter whose side are you on when you're getting your soup for free
you're better off this line
red pen for corrections, every single time
i lost my connection to a restless whine
sparks bouncing impatient in a passageway
when 'look down, press the button' is all i've got to say
how low, just how low can you go with both hands on the staircase, dear
contrive, writing the lies with flair, not seen since your 15th year
you're better off this line
i'm trapped in the heartless culture of a desert frame
sleek in a self-destruction of a different name, when
tables set the stage, well i'll believe it's time
cross the bridge, deciding what i better find