Punch-drunk in a wasteland and going nowhere
Dig a trench in the trash heap, don't have a care
Give your voice to the specter of a pale, red sky
Every gloried thing in the world will fade in time
And I'm feeling stuck in time
Yeah, I'm feeling stuck in time
Give it all to me
Your dead prophecies
The words get twisted on your mangled tongues
An incantation, and the world's begun
To feel like a heartbeat stuck out of time
The blood flows around but you know we'll stay in line
And someday you're going to find out that everyone just sees a mirror on your face when they smile at you
We'll crawl along until the lights go out
Rehearse our lives and find that they're about
An impulse to wrest joy from what we see
Until the day we find ourselves asea
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